SYLPH
In bed with arm up stretched a slow coolness slips
silkily slowly to cross palm with gentle comfort.
No human hand this, well not alive in a real sense
nor a nightly dream, a gift, a touch delivered unseen.
Her aura a delicate bouquet, a floral fragrance floats
smoothly silently riding above dark waves of night.
Just as a beach is I too am smoothed settled to sleep
Tended by unknown sylph till daylight breaks her spell.
© MRL August 2014
I love this - all of this - but especially "Just as a beach is
ReplyDeleteI too am smoothed settled to sleep".
Sweet dreams to you.
Deletevery sensuous poem. Lovely .
ReplyDeleteAm glad you enjoyed it x
DeleteBirgit H said: Mel, this one gave me goosebumps, so beautiful and tender. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteÓ really Birgit :)
DeleteI think I'll remember this before I go to sleep. Very soothing and comforting. x
ReplyDeleteBefore or after your Horlicks Margaret ???
Deleteanger turns to tenderness turns to tears ... hmmm ... lovely ... always, cat.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Mel xx
ReplyDeleteThanks Grace
DeleteOh wow, brilliant! Love this poem :)
ReplyDeleteMany thanks Rose x
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