for Jackson Allen
My friend wears my scarf at his waist
I give him moonstones
He gives me shell & seaweeds
He comes from a distant city & I meet him
We will plant eggplants & celery together
He weaves me cloth
Many have brought the gifts
I use for his pleasure
silk, & green hills
& heron the color of dawn
My friend walks soft as a weaving on the wind
He backlights my dreams
He has built altars beside my bed
I awake in the smell of his hair & cannot remember
his name, or my own.
Dreaming how love should be...it is just a dream....10
A beautiful love poem from heart Diane.Congrats to be member of the day Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
It is such a beautiful dream with love flowing thick in heart. Wish the dream could be real and you got his love. Nice drop. Congrats.
I have only read two of her poems but they merit the reading of more - especially the love poems.
I awake in the smell of his hair & cannot remember his name, or my own. Nice composition! ! ! ! ! !
A beautiful and sensuous dream of love. Exquisitely detailed. A pleasure to read as the imagery floats in, each line like a gentle wave.
Gifts for his pleasure! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.