love is quieter these days
wind-swept melodies of passing youth
lips and hands filled with quiet song
gentle and warming as mulled wine-
I find myself longing
for those crescendos of not-so-long-ago
days and nights filled with electricity
a need so overpowering
burning heat and fiery tempest
trumpeting through the nights
we battled and loved
removing every obstacle
with no thoughts of the future...
kiss me again like you
will drown in my love
or perish in the trying...
just for tonight.
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2 comments:
I do love this poem, Dearest.
beautiful!
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