A romance

When we were together
in the moist and molded bunker
the rain fell down through leaking holes
and poured on us to wash away this sin.

You took a feather
from the dead dove.

I remember very well
you wrote your name on me
with this feather on my skin
and with every stroke you wrote
I was more yours than I would ever be,
had it been written there with fire.

You engraved your name in me
with the feather, without trace,
with every touch and thought. With love.

In our embrace we spent the night
and the candle that we had, shone a
trembling yellow light
on concrete walls with swastika’s.

There I was your bride.

Comments on: "A romance" (12)

  1. I liked the style and the whole poem was very pleasurable!

    all the best

  2. what a glorious conceit (in the poetic sense)!

  3. What a beautiful love story



  4. Wonderfully dreamy, seductive, loving, sexy, wonderfully everything you could ask of a love poem.

    Love and hugsx

    • 🙂 Thank you very much. Sexy? 😳 You know, I think writing in another language might makes me less shy somehow?

      Love and hugs to you too!

  5. Wow – this is so powerful, so rich in imagary and detail. Loved it.

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