She moves to kiss me from above,
her body over mine,
moves to brush back her hair,
to keep it from my face when,
stopping her hand,
I draw her closer and,
nearing me, her hair
falls around my head.
A curtain, golden, for us,
just her and me,
intensifying intimacy,
and concealing us,
just her and me,
in a golden dusk
that, as it closes,
disregards all the world,
but her and me.
Her face,
her lips,
her breath,
her mouth.
And me.
Wow! What an image conjured up! Really sensual and cleverly done! Thanks
This is a beautiful moment to write about! True love really does inspire.
This is a great poem, Red. Why write poems anyway if not for women?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And again....after these years....I say...this is such beautiful writing.