Troika

07 July 2026

https://poems.culturing.net/2026/07/07/troika/

A bed neglected
waits for the one
who will press with loveliness
all the four corners of my heart.

I now understand better. Now
I can rest, until she appears,
and when she does appear, I will know
what she carries inside, and I
will not hide from her energy,
nor will I cower or snuff it,
for I will engage in the dance
of all dances, the troika of man and wife.