I don't have the time I used to
when I had the time
to dare, dream,
lie on the beach,
speaking in-out ocean talk
with your towel underneath.
The time it takes, days of awkard silences and
staring at a mouth you're learning to listen to.
You're offering me
days too few, too treasured.
They will become jewels in my fist,
too heavy to carry away, too precious to leave unmeasured.
''The time it takes, days of awkard silences and staring at a mouth you're learning to listen to.'' poetically lines are knitted all through to kite up the tone..wonderful romantic poem..10++
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I would like to translate this poem
This is very good, Delilah, very good indeed. I particularly like your metaphors - '...speaking in-out ocean talk' and '... jewels in my fist, //too heavy to carry away, too precious to leave unmeasured.' Your work has a maturity that impresses. Looking forward to lots more. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥