Echko Namazawa.
Stage doll of Nipon
Dancing through my
Nights of magic.
Body of grace, her
Exquisite face
Beyond lust.
But while I slept, she
Came once unbidden
To my room.
Waking to soft hands, I
Should have, but could not
Send her away.
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Ooo-la-la!
ReplyDeleteWhy would you :) lovely pome Stafford
ReplyDeleteAh! The Delights
ReplyDeleteOf Moonbeam Magic
Wistful Whisperings
Lingering
Languishing
Savouring
The Melody Of Memory
On Your Sensuous Shoulder
Perhaps
Wonderful what our sleeping mind will do that our waking mind will not. Well done!
ReplyDeleteDesiderata
ReplyDeleteThird Eye Meandering
Magical Dreaming
" Exquisite ", Tis True
Accolades To You
Ahh Stafford - thank you for your comments on The Outsider.
ReplyDeleteThe nicest thing about writing is the thin line between real and imagined, for the writer and the reader.
Love this poem, and yes I think I can see this is for real!