We brought ourselves on this cradle.
Dreaming, dancing under the pale, wide sky.
Our sighs need to be spoken in words.
In our dreadful intimacy we left ourselves to play,
Bringing both ourselves to these transgressions.
And we forget ourselves when everyone seems to be good.
We’re left on this wilderness like a rose and hay.
2012
I can smell the sweetness of the rose, as the straw of hay is tickling my ribs..
wow! even your comment is so poetic…thanks for dropping-by again
Always a pleasure, you know that!
Nicely done, Chester!
many many thanks for liking and dropping-by
beautiful!
Hi Rani. Thanks for dropping-by and taking the time to read and comment here
I appreciate it so much! 
Beautiful poem. Love it!
Awesome as ever !