Claudia Moscovici

The painful poignancy of desire

Cocoon

Underneath the soft folds
Protected from light
Protected from sight
I awake to new life
Through closed eyes I perceive
The darkness of warmth
The contours of dream
The scent that I know
The velvet I touch
The rhythm I feel
The comfort you give
The strength that I take
From that nourishing flow
Evanescent fantasies
Condense as emotions
In a torrent of passion
With moist lips I explore
The flower that grows
From the seed of our love.