(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)
Rarefied the paradigm of his face, behold cupped in my hands, velleity inclination to hear those dulcet tones?
His agile, graceful frame, rivals the rising and setting sun with Amrita he filled my cup, shall I live unquenched?
Lest masquerade over, he stands before me. Redeem love, lovers honey wine lips are adroit.
Profound the depths when he appears, lover's nourishment, betwixt and between.
Embrace,
adieu, adieu!
Sparrow
A strong but kind farewell. The future is bright and love awaits. When reading this I had flashes of, TS Elliot's the Love song of J Alfred Prufrock, which is most certainly not a bad thing. Nice work. Cleansing of a relationship is akin to a cleansing ale. Discuss.
Enjoyed reading such a beautifuly written piece, thank you for sharing.
A really great poem, your wording always amazes me. Great write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem Rachel. LOL, when love is real, it can be of real nourishment can't it. Thanks for sharing. God bless