In this hotbed
of entrancing love
we make our feeling
dear with sure
intent, and through
a glowing curtain
of the night
will cool, and sleep,
and ring the crazy
moon in dream -
till in descent
we touch the mundane
morning with a facade
staged cold,
oblivious and right
we'll discuss
a just good morning
with not a mention
of the passed good night.
Sally Plumb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘Hotbed’ …’curtain will cool’ by night...Spice of life ‘blow hot blow cold’... lolol…good morn will bear smiling romantic aftertaste of good night affairs lolol …thanks Ma’am for sharing … Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
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