Afterglow Poem by Cj Heck
Afterglow
Lying in bed, holding off reality,
I’m caught in the cozy place
between dream and fantasy.
Heart slowing back to a walk,
I’m wondering,
does it get any better than this?
A lingering taste,
the man-woman scent
hovering in the air,
is it any wonder
the mind’s eye is still open,
watching what is past?
How astonishing, the way the brain
lays a path to a woman’s senses
so they remain heightened and alive,
though the moment is now
only a sweet memory.
His body, all warm and sensual,
enfolds this one
as he sleep-sighs here,
next to me in the afterglow.
Hey C.J nice to see a post of yours again, the poem itself is tender and the rhymign scheme help the poem to flow in a sensual, warm way.; I like the way you can change from writing poetry for kids, and also able to pen more mature poems, you have a real gift. by the way if you have a chance check out my Ode the the aftergow, covering the same theme as yours in a differernt style, seems we are both lucky at the moment! ! ! ! best wishes Robin Turner
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 7:05:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A deeply private and significant moment, fleshed out in calm soft reflective tones, the poet brings the reader into the speaker’s intimate, sensuous perceptions—taste, scent, touch, sound, and sight. Tone, mood, atmosphere blend into a beautiful moment of reflection and self-knowledge, brought about in the soft hues of the afterglow. As to the speaker's question-no, It probably does not get any better than this. Beautiful. Well-crafted. Very poetic.