Within your arms
I find myself.
The hour late,
the house asleep.
Lips conjoined
In fair affection
No need for sleep,
We’ve reached perfection.
Within your eyes
I lose myself.
The hour late,
the house asleep.
Hips conjoined
In fair affection.
How fortunate I
brought protection..
Within your room
We find ourselves.
one hour later,
the house asleep.
My gorgeous Flautist
Hums a selection
In present hope
of the resurrection.
Nice write, John, A smile and a good feeling is what this poem brought to me. And that alone, makes me appreciate teh poem already very much. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perfect poem to leave by the bedside. Check out some of mine and tell me what U think.