About the Poem
This poem was written in the first flush of falling in love with the man who later became my husband. My earlier experiences of relationships had left me sad and cynical, yet this time, this experience woke a deep wellspring of joy.
The Lovers |
| by Kestrel |
| Lips brush, then follow the contours of the much loved face. Differences of texture are savored, the rough and smooth. The planes of cheekbones, jaw and forehead, This wonderful symmetry: The song of Flesh made joy. The beauty of form is discovered, Arms, hands are objects of desire. Fingers trace patterns on skin- Mystical runes of bone and sinew; And time is held back, As lovers explore the universe of being One with another. |
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5 Visitor Comments
Natasha
Love it. thanks fe sharing!.
Haley
this poem really says something
Diane
Very nice. It mirrors feelings I have for the one I love. how I love the (his) texture and contours! Great poem.
tim
bad. really bad.
Dee
very sensual like its author :)
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