THE POET IN LOVE

The night drizzle falls in silence; flesh shivers, bones creak, as though the body crumbles into solitude. He sinks upon a lonely bed, writhing toward the valley of dreams, where imagination opens its embrace. For the poet, this is the hour of love: held tenderly by words, the pen dances, engraving verses. A sigh of sweat mingles with ink, the black aroma spreads its secret, until a poem is born in stillness. When dawn slowly unveils the sky, his love blossoms on a sheet of paper, and the verse lives on, eternal. Yogyakarta, March 25, 2018 ---oOo---