Sometimes, some time
Life is complicated.
Confusion stirs
The loose particles
Floating about in my soul,
Until a murky soup
Results.
A
Heaviness pulls
At my limbs
At my heart.
My head, bowed
Toward the ground
Glances up.
A bright color
Glows through
The murk
Iris,
Sensual tongues
Of velvet color
Beckon.
A glimpse inside
And I fall
Into its furry
Velvet mouth,
Waiting for me,
Waiting my whole life
For this
Lush moment.
This is not
One of those scary,
Falling dreams.
One of those
Jerk me out of sleep
Dreams.
No,
This is
A leisurely
Slow motion tumble.
There is time
To slide naked
Down the smooth
Silky tongues.
I plunge my face
In to pollen filled
Velvet.
Look up
With wonder
And
Laugh.
Doris Thurber
-Spring 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem