Sometimes Jaded, Sometimes Tranquil Poem by Maxwell Bodenheim
Sometimes Jaded, Sometimes Tranquil
Sometimes jaded, sometimes tranquil,
Your eyes invade the tumult of your face.
Your lips are the remnants of a love
That made a sunset-cup of your face.
The movements of your body
Caress the couch you sit on into sound
That seems to answer your words.
You are restless because upon this couch
The cold touch of your lover lies
And sleeps into you, reaching your heart.
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