This is inspired by the Kate Bush song Babooshka.
Scented letters strewn across the bedroom
floor, there he sits, gazing tenderly upon
his wife. A small smile tugs at her lips
as eyes drowsy with love slowly open.
She reaches for him her hands like
bright colored birds flitting to and
fro among secret places. He sighs
and delicately traces a single word
along the splash of sunlight caught
in the soft curve of her hip.
Babooshka.
Babooshka she breathes.
Scented letters strewn across the bedroom
floor, there he sits, gazing tenderly upon
his wife. A small smile tugs at her lips
as eyes drowsy with love slowly open.
She reaches for him her hands like
bright colored birds flitting to and
fro among secret places. He sighs
and delicately traces a single word
along the splash of sunlight caught
in the soft curve of her hip.
Babooshka.
Babooshka she breathes.
6 comments:
This is really good. I especially like the "splash of sunlight" -- exceptional imagery.
Absolutely lovely!
Was wondering if you enjoy film.
Since I'm a screenwriter, I enjoy posting a mini-script every week. To the left is the script and to the right are polls of actors to choose from for those roles in the script. This week's is "The Longest Date." Perhaps you'd enjoy!
Have a wonderful day. Namaste!
I loved that song... it has been too long since I heard it, now I have to go home and tear through my old CDs.
This does leave me breathless and longing to be this woman. Excellent m'dear xo
The most tender touch conveys much. Reading this makes me remember the warmth and pulse of a lover's hands. ;) Cheers.
Kate Bush? Kate Bush you say?
She is my goddess. Saw your blog from the love list on Princess Haiku.
glad i found ya
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