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While You Slept

"Morning rose with a jubilant yawn
and on they came
sliding on sunbeams
through cracks and pin holes
of the curtain:

weary stares
- after a night of hard labour -
tired and lost
finding refuge in kiss curls:
the little blond hammocks of your hair;
You were the vessel
and stars the crew.

Jealousy became me:
to blow hot and lustful
like the harse wind of zephyr
to the soft sands of the sahara,
it was cruel of me.

And so I woke you."




Poetry by Ulysses
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Written on 2005-06-07 at 14:35

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I think that such a jealousy is beautiful:). Nice one!
2005-08-03


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
a nice descriptive piece - not sure though it was cruel to wake your lover to share the morning beauty.
2005-07-02


AZ
I'm the type to find humor in everything, even at the wrong moments, but I enjoy the chuckle I got when I read this. It reminded me of watching a "chic-flic", Relaxed in it's simplisity, yet enchanted in it's message.
-AZ
2005-06-12


lou bergs
This poem feels like a very short scene of a movie, where you egt to know a lot from just a few seconds of film.

I love the rich, light language and the sweeping motion that I feel you create in the first and second verse, where you follow your own eyes as they wander across the scene.

I enjoyed rading this a lot, keep it up!

lou
2005-06-07