fearlessly
bedded with
relaxed into
encircled by
moistened on
succulent
tumbled and tangled
tossed in cotton
slumber on
sleep among
awakened with
repeating and
improvising
expanding and
falling captive
falling into
fearlessly
bedded with
relaxed into
encircled by
moistened on
succulent
tumbled and tangled
tossed in cotton
slumber on
sleep among
awakened with
repeating and
improvising
expanding and
falling captive
falling into
March 17th, 2012 at 3:29 pm
I found this an evocative and atmospheric poem with a more than a hint of gentle passion – brought back a few wistful memories too. If could write as well as this, I’d die happy.