Lime Blossom Poem by Zyw Zywa

Lime Blossom



It is time, no more
cashmere, no silk, soft
furs and vanilla sheets

not boiling my blood
in a waterfall with a thousand
fingers of coldfire on my skin

but real kisses under sweet
buzzing lime blossoms
behind waving curtains

disappearing together
in a boundless body
that no longer bleeds

of desire
giving birth to a child
that smells of happiness

Tuesday, April 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: desire
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Collection "Heart's Delight"
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success