For Zulfa Poem by Nizar Sartawi

For Zulfa

Awakened
by her fragrant breath
her warm whispers
floating above my face
her hands
holding mine
I touch her fingers
one
by
one
passing my lips
on the soft skin.

The smell of the hot coffee
fills the room
I take
a deep breath
as the morning sunshine
brightens the olive green curtains.

  

For Zulfa
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success