Only Under Glow
Outside a lonely window dressed in only under glow
Is a cold ghostly shiver looking lost and so withdrawn
Like a dream within a mirror shadow casting light of silver blue
Taste of cream coffee dark innuendo into night where what is true
Where has she gone her wraith like touches
Painting summer fields with palettes of rain
With jasmine brushstrokes
And lavender smokes
Bittersweet kisses jingles laced with cigarette
A canted hip you can't forget to write farewells
Violets bloom inside an iris room wishful as you know
Outside a lonely window dressed in only under glow
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2020-05-04 at 18:51
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