I don't remember falling asleep last night.
Instead, I solely recall
the graze of your skin against my temple
with the rise and fall of your breath.
The rhythmic wind of your sleep
whispering behind my neck.
I don't remember what stirred me to wake.
Perhaps it was the cold that traced my shell.
Or the disillusionment that arrived
when my hand reached for yours
in my lonely cell.
IT happens to most when they first fall in love and dreams are the only rendezvous it so seems kindly do read me MY MOMS SMILES PLEASE YOU HAVE A SENSE OF POETRY LOVINGLY
Well articulated and nicely penned from the heart. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Lexi.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another lovely write about dream and love and the loneliness without.. Captivating......Enjoyed!