sweet satin sheets

on sweet satin sheets
dreams travel leisurely,
tracing with lazy toes the contour
of glossy dunes
under which waves of mercury flow.

on sweet satin sheets
mornings blossom round and smooth,
ignoring with pleasure the sleepless nights
(or treasuring those all the more)
and smelling like blindfold sighs.

on sweet satin sheets
sand has no chance to scratch the skin of thoughts,
and all that matters
is the fluidity of shadows
making one's imagination blush.

on sweet satin sheets
even Mondays taste like chocolate –
and I keep promising in silence
that one day
I'll buy myself a set.




Poetry by Lilly Negoi
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Written on 2013-01-28 at 22:11

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M Heathcote
Take the sand as a metaphor for time. I love these lines.on sweet satin sheets
sand has no chance to scratch the skin of thoughts,
and all that matters
is the fluidity of shadows
making one's imagination blush.
2013-01-29



Aww, I thought they were already in your bedroom.
I'm not a big fan of satin and silk, specially on humid days,
but if the airconditioner is on, there's nothing cozier! Thanks for sharing.
2013-01-29