A Perfect Poem

My lifelong dream of a perfect poem
Is the deepest sleep of my life
In a nameless woman's arms.

The moon seeps inside
Through shuttered windows,
Through cracks in walls,
Pouring over us,
Revealing her body
In its silent eloquence—

Hills and mountains,
Silver chalices of desire,
Flaming like fire.

My life runs up and down,
Across the contours of spiral paths,
Along valleys and ridges.

Night invades my heart,
Its stillness sharp
And swift as an arrow.

I listen
For her soft breathing,
That soothing music
Floating through air.

My lifelong dream of a perfect poem
Is the music resonating—
Tranquil, levitating, up, up in the hills—
As I lie sleeping in her arms.


Bibek Adhikari




Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2017-10-09 at 12:35

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
There are many excellences here! most especially the beautiful image of the silver chalices.
2017-10-09


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
About as perfect a vision of romantic bliss as I can imagine. The imagery is soft and real. Beautiful!
Ashe
2017-10-09


Sameen
You've gotten better
2017-10-09


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Very strong and rich in imagery.
2017-10-09