As the lullaby
Receded to a hum,
She turned out the lights,
Squeezed out of his blanket,
And closed the door gently,
But partly,
On his dreaming silhouette,
Softly treading back to
Her own room,
Kindled with ecstasy
Of their melting silhouettes.
Receded to a hum,
She turned out the lights,
Squeezed out of his blanket,
And closed the door gently,
But partly,
On his dreaming silhouette,
Softly treading back to
Her own room,
Kindled with ecstasy
Of their melting silhouettes.
This brings back memories....
ReplyDeleteI am glad Kathy that you can relate to this. It is such a pleasure to hear from you. Thank you so much.
DeleteBeautiful imagery. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Susan
DeleteI really love this poem, Ruby! The title, too : )
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kymm. Your compliment is all the more cherished because I am usually not very convinced with my titles. Thank you once again
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