I still remember.
We were enchanted
We had finally made it
To that rotten place.
A cold room
With little space.
I still remember.
We both looked haunted
On that night of November.
Minutes we minutely counted
Before all was definitely over.
I still remember.
Your scent filled the chamber.
Your mouth wide open
My eyes half closed
We were both exposed
To the plots of the heavens.
I still remember.
We hurried back to our morbid lives.
Never a word of that celestial moment.
Driss: REally enjoyed this poem; it created all kinds of visual images of passion, and perhaps, if I'm reading it right, love lost. Minutes, we minutely counted, Before all was definitely over so expressive. Will send this one to my favorites! Please check out my poem, Tan Bark Ridge. Marianne Larsen Reninger
Thank you Mariane for reading this poem and for your enthusiasm.I'll read your poem for sure and give you my comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sweet. Thank you for sharing.