She was dressed solely in my gaze
wrapped in it
and she asked me: how do I look? does it fit me?
my neighbours gaze was a bit too tight
they were seeing me like a child
so I took it down
and layed it on the floor
like a venison
that can do nothing more but sniff my feet
your gaze makes me feel like a woman,
the only diver's suit in which I can breath outside my chambers,
that is how I came here
the eyes of the bypassers became steps
lifting me, bringing me down
even more than usual
I was slipping on the mens gaze like on a sleighing
the women didn't want to see nothing more than an empty glass
but I am like a full Moon,
like a soft Moon...
Thank you very much sir Waseem Sherif. I am most honoured by your impression and very glad that my poem has reached your soul giving birth to such gentle feelings. Hope you will continue reading my poems :)
your poem is wrapped in beautiful imagery and delivers silky and soft feelings. thanks for sharing and welcome to poemhunter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic gem, your poetry, Alexandru, is a most gorgeous piece of art! Music, painting and motion all in one to ease the reader's soul with a glass of love, a drop of play and even the whispers of a neighbour's voice. Excellent penning, thank you for share!