In Progress : Poetry : "Intimacy"

Intimacy

I lay there, still and silent

Like the ruffled blanket

Longing to be ruffled again

With the imprints of last night’s love.

With your eyelids of heaven and earth

Embracing each other, I savored

The blooming and harvest of your dreams

With every caress of your breath on my chest

Where you lay listening to the emerging

Voice who would only speak your name.

Note: things can only get worse. i mean, it gets longer and longer to finally come up with a few lines good enough for me to publish and read by myself. the process is indeed exacting the full payment. but then as they say, its better to spend hours just to write a few good lines. and though i nearly gave up because it was just too elusive, im glad something came up.

i wonder how the finished form would be like...

things can only get better.