poem
“Dreaming in Green”In the dark you
cannot see lumps,
bumps, cellulite
or scars.
Only two souls
intertwining
dancing deliciously
till dawn.
Delving deep into
mirrored moonlit waters
coming up only for air.
Transported to a
netherworld
of nothing
but us.
Encapsulated in
a bubble of this one
moment
drunk on dark delights.
Time stops
while
listening to music
meant for only the
moon to hear.
The silent branches
of the trees outside
swaying
back and forth
to your whispers.
by Lucya W K Lebid
@25 May 2010
© 2010, Lucya Kotelewec Lebid, all rights reserved
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