It drifts gently down on the tips of your ears
Then feather floats inside:
The beckoning whisper.
Lightly gliding from just behind your earlobe
Down the length of your neck:
The silken fingertips.
Saying come run with me across the bridge
Between your land and mine
We’ll escape the waking hours
Behind a glistening web.
Sliding over the front of your shoulder
Inside your arm:
A hungry hand.
Slipping into the center of your opening palm
Between your fingers:
A tender blossom.
Saying come run with me across the bridge
Between your land and mine
We’ll hide away from the world
Behind a glistening web.
Not quite imperceptibly brushing the edge of your cheek
Hesitating then brushing back:
The downy eyelashes.
Placed petal perfect on your lips
Pleading for pleasure:
The velvet kisses.
Saying come run with me across the bridge
Between your land and mine
We’ll weave wild wonders
Behind the glistening web.
What a lovely warm poem, Lee Ann, Beautiful poem. Best Wishes Helgard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem Lee Ann.. simply beautiful HBH