i surrender
to the warmth of
your breath
soothing the
nape of my neck
your head resting atop my shoulder
your soft breast
lay on my chest
and we share our dreams lying next to each other
the cares of the
world lost in our nocturnal nest
and the music of
the moon and stars
make tender
our embrace
as we render our hearts our souls
into this slumber
ridding ourselves of our yesterary
on this memorable last day of February
very nice!
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful. I can feel the cocoon of closeness and warmth against the outdoor chill.
ReplyDeleteyou made us feel her too...beautiful words...
ReplyDeletelike a free flowing breeze.....................................
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing like the feeling of the one you love laying across asleep sharing the same breath. Really beautiful.
ReplyDeleteA new month..a new day...a new morning...there are many opportunities to start afresh...a touching poem
ReplyDeleteSharing that nocturnal togetherness is a great way to end the harshness of this winter month.
ReplyDeleteSounds good to me!
ReplyDeleteYes - that is the way February should end. Bring on March! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteA sweet ode to the last day of February ~ Like that warm nocturnal nest ~
ReplyDeleteThis is sweet and romantic. A perfect way to end one month and start a new one.
ReplyDelete... the good times prepares us for the trials
ReplyDeleteNice way to say goodbye to a rough month!
ReplyDeleteIt does feel like a goodbye as we hopefully move to a March goodbye....romantic and so appropriately so for the month of romance and love.
ReplyDeletevery well composed!!
ReplyDeleteyou mean momentarily,
ReplyDeleteamazing imagery....
http://ihopsmithwalkingpath.blogspot.com/2015/03/haiku-and-poetry.html
Such surrender is sweet and consoling, whispered softly, to listen for March.
ReplyDeletePoppy
This is so romantic and lovely. Just so beautiful, Marcoantonio :)
ReplyDeletevery intimate. what a way to end February and I believe to start March :)
ReplyDeleteMarcoantonio,
ReplyDeleteWhat a loving and placid ending to winter and February, at least in this poem. I would hate to disturb that scene of peacefulness!
Eileen
March came like a lamb this year but for many the lion was roaring quite loudly.
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