Peaceful as the dawn
of spring above Lake Como
one silent morning
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the windows open
while the still soft air wove fresh
sweet scented coolness
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on our skin we felt
our gentle touch our hands our
lips our mouths musing
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peaceful as fresh dawn
of spring close by Lake Como
that silent morning
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wrapped in our lovers’
waking warmth—help us remember,
daughters of memory!
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A profoundly calm call to the Muses, asking for their help in remembering our most peaceful and fulfilling moments.
James
This poem beautifully captures how sensuality and sex can live on and continue to inspire and excite us even when they are past.
I love the passion with which the poet begs the muses, “daughters of memory”, to keep that warm and living memory alive!
We may all be in need of such help from the muses as we age and the unpleasant possibility of forgetting becomes likelier.