You were glad to night, and now you’ve gone away.
Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed.
But as you fall asleep I hear you say,
those tired and sweet drowsy words we left unsaid.
I daunter in as to your ears are to be found,
as found is your soft kissed neck.
An illuminating whisper to your dry mouth,
as I unbind your cloth's last thread.
Now naked we sleep.
I like this poem quite a lot. I don't know who rated it so low as to bring it down to a 5.5 but I'll do my part to lift it up where it belongs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do hate the lack of generosity in some peoples souls..you know the sort; 'there are no tens'...when they vote. So I too gave you a ten, because you are an old soul writing poetry in a young body and doing it so splendidly, that it makes me smile.