Hours before the dawn,
The soft moonlight seeps
Through an open upstairs window,
A blanket is tossed from the bed,
And a woman’s glorious nakedness
Is proud in the kingdom
Of uninhibited dreams.
One imagines heaven
To be an eternity of golden slumber
Where a woman’s chest
Rises and falls
In a restful rhythm
While her sleeping breath
Fashions invisible kisses.
Unspeakable joy
Emanates from every desire
To gaze for uninterrupted hours
Upon her ivory shoulders
Gently brushed by brunette hair.
Yeah, you sure loves them women, Uriah! May your dreams come true! (ps: Tell me how you deal with the toothpaste and are-those-dishes-clean-enough issues and stuff in the daytime. Do you have a secret there too?)
unspeakable joy such an emotion perhaps 28 years ago I tasted a bit of it must be more than a soul can grasp but you seem to have well expressed the feeling giving a poem which leads the way
OUT OF WORDS, I COULDN'T FIND A WORD THAT WOULD EXPRESS THE GREATNESS OF THIS POEM. WELL...TAKE THE ONE U LIKE BEST AND THE GREATEST. AND KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK. PEACE
this a lovely tribute to women.. thank you for sharing it! HBH
simplicity of desire lost in dreams wanting to be made real upon waking beautiful -Eila
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great appreciation for the beauty of women u.