To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;
To whisper soft and quivering your name,
And drink the passion burning in your frame;
To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek,
And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak
Love words, mad words, dream words, sweet senseless words,
Melodious like notes of mating birds;
To hear you ask if I shall love always,
And myself answer: Till the end of days;
To feel your easeful sigh of happiness
When on your trembling lips I murmur: Yes;
It is so sweet. We know it is not true.
What matters it? The night must shed her dew.
We know it is not true, but it is sweet --
The poem with this music is complete.
To put away reality even for few moments makes those moments so romantic. Lovely poem.
You are good in erogenous stimulation with words. Nice job.
The poet yearns for intimate connection, describing moments of closeness, whispered names, and burning passion. Despite knowing that their love may not be eternal, the sweetness of the moment is captured in the poem's melodious verses.
the theme is around desire, longing, and the complexities of human relationships. Set against the backdrop of the Harlem Renaissance, the poem celebrates African American culture and sensuality.
Amazing when verse and romance went together in an amazing fete
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true; slightly heartbreaking.