A THOUGHT OF YOU
A thought of you, in the silence, with me,
My living, my loving Aphrodite,
Once we were together, a moment's time,
A moment now captured in common rhyme;
I have not the genius to conjure you,
The soul of you, all of you, born anew
In letters that linger and notes that sing---
A memory's vision is all I bring.
I wander the passages of the past,
The caverns of conciousness, running fast,
To try and remember the day we met,
An hour on which my mind has been set.
I cannot recall it, and that is pain
That pierces the images that remain
Of you in the splendor of summer dawn---
In waking from slumber, you stretch and yawn.
That movement of limbs, the flexing of thighs
The finding of slippers and rubbing of eyes,
As naked as me, you stood without clothes---
To this did I rise, my lover in pose.
That one night alone, fulfilling my dream
Of passionate bliss, that daily I scheme
To bring back to life, in my life at least,
The poetry that you helped me release
A Thought Of You
العرض العادي
