Beside you,
Lying down at dark,
My waking fits your sleep.
Your turning
Flares the slow-banked fire
Between our mingled feet,
And there,
Curved close and warm
Against the nape of love,
Held there,
Who holds your dreaming
Shape, I match my breathing
To your breath;
And sightless, keep my hand
On your heart's breast, keep
Nightwatch
On your sleep to prove
There is no dark, nor death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'...the nape of love.' One of the most beautiful lines I have ever read. This is why people get married x