In the gloaming, by the dogwood
they nod their heads, a zephyr's caress
like hands of a lover on beloveds cheek
Quiet paramours to the dusk,
fireflies' courtesans, or street mimes
There by the fence, bouquet on the breeze
In the garden, a pause of breath
for the night and for the lovers,
entwined hands and stolen kisses
On heaven and earth, they blossom,
throwing their souls to the wind
and their hearts into the dusk
In the gloaming, sun fades to mood indigo,
their bodies limned in pale silver,
Knowing life, petals savor the sweetness
this smells amazing
ReplyDeleteAh, what a beautiful poem for Sunday morn. I'm going to be breathing this in for a while... :)
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