Soft White Linens
I could write one hundred poems, each aboutkissing one sweet part of your face.
I could curl up in the dip above your lips, then
slowly fall asleep in the deep of your dimple.
In stilled silence, let me listen to you
recite your most beautiful world of poetry.
Rock me to sleep with your rhythm
and flowing movement of speech.
I hang on your lines like soft white linens
gently fluttering in a warm summer breeze.
Oh, let my urn be your words of peaceful
solitude and every poem be my grave!
My soul will smile and dance ~
weeping in eternal happiness.
Poetry by ardent.March
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Written on 2007-03-24 at 09:01
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