Arms tucked, legs askew,
You practice until you get it right.
With each crack of your skin against water
comes satisfaction, then delight.
You are resplendent, (I know it's true) ,
but I am illuminated too.
Day finally ends with a towel cocoon-
a futile attempt to calm and soothe.
I know you are reluctant to go-
I'm reluctant for you to GROW!
I too would like to hang around this piece a little longer. I think I'll read it again, because I can so there! ---10
Given my name I had to read this and it sure didn't disappoint. Thats a ten again then! !
Yes... I'd like to toss a ball or two over your fence.....10nis maybe? ? ? ? xx
Beautiful poem...I really enjoyed reading it. Ten from me! -Michael
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the petals of her thirsty lips are fading without his life-giving kisses)