But Then Poem by Diana van den Berg
But Then
There are moments when
the world stands still
and the whispers
in the rustling leaves
pause in shiver-awe
and I forget to breathe
because your eyes
hold mine
in mesmerised
hover-flight
and as your lips
descend
on mine
I die
a thousand, thousand
arched-back deaths
of wild-heart ecstasy.
(29 April 2013)
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: april
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8/24/2026 7:49:37 PM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
your eyes hold mine in mesmerised hover-flight brilliant!