It was the lightness of dusk, As he opened his eyes. To his delight she was still asleep. Now, if could wallow in her warmth, Her eyelids closed, As a cave hides a hibernating bear in winter. He reaches out tenderly, So as not to awake her. The moment was of bliss. He touched her nostrils. To others they were a nose. He caressed the contour her lips, To others a mouthpiece. He stroked the silk between her eyes, To others just lashes. He nudged the landscape of her hand, That always held him, So to others another palm. He gazed upon the evening light, That meandered across her face and smiled. That to another it would be another stare, A mere look. If stroked the outlines me, The soft foam across the beach, To others just touching some ones fingertips. Reply
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It was the lightness of dusk,
As he opened his eyes.
To his delight she was still asleep.
Now, if could wallow in her warmth,
Her eyelids closed,
As a cave hides a hibernating bear in winter.
He reaches out tenderly,
So as not to awake her.
The moment was of bliss.
He touched her nostrils.
To others they were a nose.
He caressed the contour her lips,
To others a mouthpiece.
He stroked the silk between her eyes,
To others just lashes.
He nudged the landscape of her hand,
That always held him,
So to others another palm.
He gazed upon the evening light,
That meandered across her face and smiled.
That to another it would be another stare,
A mere look.
If stroked the outlines me,
The soft foam across the beach,
To others just touching some ones fingertips.
That’s a gorgeous poem Asif Shah 🙂