I think of when she comes <br />shining, shining up the stairs, <br />hurrying, hurrying to end our separation. <br />Without ever being sated, we speak and share our thoughts; <br />looking at each other, we can't get enough, <br />yet gazing on each other, all hunger's forgotten. <br /> <br />I think of when she sits - <br />so proper, so proper, before gossamer curtains, <br />now and then singing four or five songs, <br />other times plucking two or three strings. <br />When she laughs, she's beyond compare, <br />and when she frowns, it's even more heartbreaking! <br /> <br />I think of when she eats <br />the look on her face as the dishes arrive, <br />wanting to sit, yet too shy to sit, <br />wanting to eat, yet too embarrassed to do so; <br />taking tiny nibbles as though she's not hungry, <br />lifting her bowl as if she hasn't the strength. <br /> <br />I think of when she sleeps <br />trying to stay awake though others might slumber, <br />unfastening her gown without needing to be asked, <br />staying close by the pillow and waiting for caresses; <br />yet, afraid of the gaze of the man at her side, <br />she's delightfully embarrassed in the candlelight.<br /><br />Shen Yue<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/six-memories-four-poems/
