Do you love me?
I start to ask you -
As you lay your head
On my lap and I
Caress your dark
Curling hair that
Tickles my leg
As you sleep.
Do you dream of me?
Behind folded lids that
Slowly flick
Back and forth like
A child's badminton game
Never catching, only
Returning.
Am I important to you?
I wonder when you're at
Work where the sweat will
Tickle down the back
I scratched the night
Before drawing curves
And lines puffed blood red
That fade as I watch.
You come home, and I am glad
Your voice calls out -
Touching and rebounding
Like dogs braying the hunt.
It doesn't cease until your
Hand traps mine
And your eyes tell me
That you're glad, too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a positive poem but still has a hint of sadness, with flashes of being sensual which are also vague and guarded. Not a bad thing though, because this works very well with your voice. Sx