The dawn paints love notes
with words of emoted hue
Fine lines of arousal and
promises of celestial view
Noon brings harsh light
fading the denim of our desire
Reality hides in the acrid smoke
left in the wake of our carnal fire
Nightfall offers the comfort of shadows
where our kisses slowly melt
Knowing time ticks nonchalantly
as heart break is brutally dealt
©04/2019 (revised)
I am in the process of revisiting some of my earlier poetry — polishing a few while recognizing some are lost causes. This is one I resurrected.
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Thank you for the reblog. I am honored.
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It was a wonderful one to resurrect too.
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Thank you!
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