You pad across
the white tile floor
almost animal
your beauty
something only you
could tame
I have to raise my arm against it
as you come out of the sun
wearing only my white silk shirt
blown gracefully
against your curves
the shirt billowing behind you
as if
you were an angel
with folded wings
each step
a thing of wonder
lost in thought
as if you had taken – a wrong turning
& seemed surprised to be
here
stranded
kissing this human
who seems to know
that loving
is the only Heaven.
This is really beautiful and tender. I love the way the ideas keep on morphing from one concept to another...from the feline graceful beautiful animal to the idea of an angel and then as if she were a real angel...a very elegant parabola of thought. I love the title in itself and how it hits home in the last line. Love also the notion of her beauty being something only she could tame. Great poem...really love it.
Oh Donall, I soo know this to be true. Such a beautiful tender poem. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tender heaven inspired with an earth touch...heaven translated into earth words!