In the hand of my diaphanous dreams

[haymanali]

Under the peerless purity
smooth and transparent
of your sweet silky skin
like a rare rose pearl
in the shy splendor
of its tender shell
so bright shining

I always adore
touch and caress you
constantly and so tenderly
in the perfumed pink palms
of those numberless hands
of my diaphanous dreams
that bloom miraculously
as a myriad of flowers

And secretly wander
like a gentle ladybug
innocent blue tickling
the lips of your dreams
and float upon the dimples
mysterious of your warm smiles
rippling the fascinating surface
of this sea of love, so softly

[Bar22do]

Have you recently been in touch with Eros? Your poem, written so simply and with grace, breathes splendid love, etheric and barely striking the physical... to its very depth!
The sense of touch is the holiest of all! and you shared the secret... Thanks.

[paperleaves]

I don't know what diaphanous means, but the third stanza is so captivating and sensitive that it didn't much matter what I knew and did not know! I love the love in this, thanks for sharing, my friend!


love
Kate