After each of our intimate meetings,
There comes a time when I must leave you.
And long after your face fades from view
And is lost in the clutter that occupies my mind,
You are still with me,
Intruding on a thought unannounced.
For the scent of you is round me like a mist,
Clinging to me tenaciously,
Refusing to let me return
To my former state of calm...
Until I wash it off.
Oh, how I loathe to erase those caresses,
Those embraces from my body!
I want to leave some area untouched -
A nest of hair where you leaned your head,
Or tucked behind my ring,
The smell of the soap you use.
So later when I am alone,
I can tenderly take these treasures out,
Breathe in the mist once again,
And be with you.
This is a beautifully expressed poem, Lillian, one that's both poignant and touching. Those little reminders of a loved one do tend to extend the warm afterglow after an intimate encounter, and I have experienced them myself. I liked the acute attention to detail in this marvellouslly romantic poem, as well as the tasteful way it which it was written. I often leave my lady friend with the aroma of her perfume with me and it does make me fondly remember those special moments spent with her. Your charming poem reminded me that she may cherish what traces of me remain with her. Carl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The collectables of adored one sometimes leave you with a treasure that fulfills the emptiness inside you. A heartfelt poem with admiration of the moments you spent with your loved one. Then even after seperation, the state of mind has been described beautifully decorating the firm bondage of love between you and your beloved. Best Regards Naseer