Alone in the dark,
I cuddle the cold receiver
... receiving...
... enfolded
in the embrace of
your gentle voice...
my cheek resting on
the phantom
of your warm chest.
Your steady heartbeat
pulsing in memory,
rocking me
quietly
into dreams
What a beguiling title! This is truly beautiful - a lullaby of love, and all through the medium of 'the cold receiver' - superb! S :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So brief yet so good. Just right. Adeline