i don't know the color of your eyes,
or how your hair falls
across your pillow
or what keeps you up late
or what you eat for breakfast...
i only know I find myself
unravelling your riddles
untying your underlying coyness
and undressing your
silent silhouette....
Shadows and silhouettes merge in a darkened room. Is it infatuation realised or the hope of a possibility slowly unwrapped to reveal a chance. Nice work in this piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sets a soft sensual stage for two players... patience embrassing anticipation... very nicely penned.