Love went out like satin night
unnoticed in narcotic dreams.
Love left me doped like a black star,
like a pillow made of stone.
Satin, soft one,
your eyes were wet as birth,
and exactly brown.
My hangover is gone
like silk opium into the worm.
It hurt me more to lose my mind
than to lose you.
And yet, my granite sobriety,
asylum gray,
whispers nightly excuses
of how I want to love you
in old, hypnotic dreams,
and laced with the softness
of a tender, breathless embrace.
Like a black star! ! Love and pain. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem has a heart stirring sadness to it and laced with the softness of a tender breathless embrace beautiful! ! Also love the imagary in the first 4 lines Thank you Barry
Thank you Norah, I am delighted by your comment.