LOVERS -Denese Clifford
I kiss your lips by candlelight,
You whisper softly in my ear,
We sway erotically to the music,
They all stare, it’s as if they knew.
We move to a private corner of the room to seek our solitude,
We need to be alone……
Before the time comes when we have to go to our separate homes.
Denese A. Clifford
A dear friend of mine shared her poetry with me today. She doesn’t believe me when I tell her how talented she is but I love this piece.
All in my mind
Here is a love poem I wrote recently. I wrote it in Jamaican dialect (patois) so if you need a translation just holler at me. Let me know what you think.
Wake up this morning,
And in the middle of yawning,
I look to mi right,
And in the bed beside mi, mine eyes beheld the sight,
Of mi empress lying there,
And as I stared at her,
She turn to mi an open her eyes,
She smiled,
And that was when the sun rise,
And she reach over and kiss mi.
Tell mi when I gone work
How she going to miss mi,
And it did feel good to know,
That dis poet was the star in dis show. Read more