Like a graceful willow
letting its branch skim the water
he dropped onto her calmly.
Like a humble wretch
stepping into a sacred sanctuary
with his pure being
he entered her solemnly
leaving outside
all she would dislike.
He sowed in her tenderly
the forgotten peace
of some old times
and the deep sorrow
of his very own.
Like unlocking a treasure box
he turned with her
from west to east
his tears mixed with her sweat
on her warm neck.
If only time had
abandoned them forever
if only his lips
could rest on the neck
and the branch in the water
forever.
7 comments:
That is gorgeously wonderful, Sherry. Sacred and profound and sweet and sensual. Absolutely perfect.
Thank you, thank you!
It is from your eyes, the way you see/sense things is gorgeously wonderful:)
This is beautiful. There's such a feminine touch to your poetry that I adore, a latent sensuality.
Every time I read the poem it seems more beautiful and magical. And as Harmonie says, feminine but still strong and gracious.
thanks harmonie, I am glad you enjoyed the latent sensuality:)
thanks Po, again and again...for always being there...
A delicate weaving of words.
Thank you jewaira, nice to see new guests passing by my blog:)
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