I owe you every word that I have used
For painting poems on calm riverlike
Floating surface of your bare chest.
You make my pen dance with the
Swaying bodies of sharp conifers
At the bottom of faraway misty hills.
When you flutter eyelashes against dark
Wind clears the barriers of clouds
To drag sun out on my window glass
And I compose lines on your warmth.
Now let me retire under blanket of sleep
Thread the words of love bit by bit
With your own poetic hands to make me
Your one and only complete poem of life.
Poetry to read again and again to my love...........Lovely poem SN, everytime u surprise me with new ways of love......O-SUM.....TEN
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Blanket of sleep provides the relief to view poetry with words of life. A true poem of life. I enjoyed the poem.