Before the dawn ripens,
My beloved wakes up.
By her side I’m still roused
In the bemused dream.
The fragrance of her hairs
Itched my placid nostril.
The cool breath of the morn
Unruffled the gist of my body
The thin seam of my skin
Sore by depth of the night.
Breathed into life again.
The luscious lips of bygone day
Kissed the juicy lips of the day
The imagery of my poetry
Blush her lips in velvety glow.
Out of the window
Of my room of passion
The sunbird whistles.
The tree with ripe fruits
Plunges to the earth
Dispersing the fine words
Of my poetry scribbled.
In the terrace between
In and out of the moment,
Me and my beloved
Rest on the day to come,
In the flashes of sun
Just out of the East
I snap a selfie – my selfie.
It was your selfie the whole
It was your selfie the whole time. You know one thing? I forgot that you were looking at a selfie of you throughout the whole poem. I love this! Continue to thrive your greatness.
Excellent!
Excellent!
Starward
Thanks
Thanks