Only until this cigarette is ended,
A little moment at the end of all,
While on the floor the quiet ashes fall,
And in the firelight to a lance extended,
Bizarrely with the jazzing music blended,
The broken shadow dances on the wall,
I will permit my memory to recall
The vision of you, by all my dreams attended.
And then adieu,--farewell!--the dream is done.
Yours is a face of which I can forget
The colour and the features, every one,
The words not ever, and the smiles not yet;
But in your day this moment is the sun
Upon a hill, after the sun has set.
Love this piece. So true that we so often give unwarranted amounts of time to ponder on the inconsequential.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
HAIKU EROTICA: When i Misbehave / i See YOU Mounted On me... / Asking For A Light.