gently curving waves
embrace my form
forming bodies of women
caressing my soul
letters unopened
drift in my mind
leaving a few memories
before weary eyes
slow discovery
of quiet nights
softly asking for release
but only in dreams
an empty bed is
all that greets me
when sunlight shatters the grip
that night held from dawn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written poetry, Angelica