söndag 15 februari 2009

In love without shoes

I wish I could be out there
with you,
feeling your nearness, watching while
you ponder around in that
basement of yours
stirring the fireplace
carefully controlling each paper
before you toss them into
the fire,
letting me walk around
in the heat with you,
barefooted and
in love.

4 kommentarer:

Anonym sa...

Beautiful Poem Ida, you have a gift!

Pearl sa...


Faith sa...

I think the title of this poem is amazing! And the poem is lovely. :)

Claire sa...

barefoor and in love... proximity and realness and being naked in spirit before another.