He Stands Beside Her And Puts Flowers In Her Braids - Poem by Ravi Kopra
He stands beside her and puts flowers in her braids
Leans forwards, holds her in his arms and kisses her on lips
She closes her eyes, rests in his arms, smiles opening her eyes
Looks into his eyes, melts in love and starts floating in air
She hears his soft voice whispering love into her ears
Her heart flutters and she whispers: I love you, love you too
She feels infinite pleasure walking hand in hand on the boulevard
Where in glittering cafes and bars lovers are with their dates
She is no dowdy dresser, she is a high fashioned girl
High heels, short skirts, her long hair with curls
Women envy her, men envy him, they are so much in love
Doves on boughs move closer, coo coo and preen each other
How handsome, beautiful, charmimg they both look together
Moon bends down to kiss them and gives them its splendor
They move like the movement of a calm river in the spring
She leans on his shoulder, it's love from heart, no fling.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Linda Susan Jackson
He courts her with Soir de Paris & braids myths in her hair.
To hear time how they need it to be is the sound of dare.
His soft-burred tenor soaks her like grapes in wild yeast.
A beautiful loser, she takes pleasure in being incomplete.
He draws tears from grown men when he plucks his box.
She is reckless, never trained, so much a wound clock.
They move like movement in a still life picture.
She sings behind the beat and leans into the future.
Stepping out of sequence as though they've just begun.
Then again, the start moves back, depending on the run.
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