Poetry Blog by Petrova C Fairhurst (Love)
Love (Remove filter)
Time; unchanging as the savannah
antelopes, brings morning. My slept eye
folds your blanketed form into memory,
the soft hiss of breathing
in the still dark room a melancholy music
too soon to fade as light invades this nest.
Swift sunlight steals shadows
that velvet your face and eyes flutter
chest rhythm falters, changes, stretches.
Observing your rising fr...
Tuesday 15th February 2011 4:45 pm