Lovers in the Park

So young, and so obviously their first love,

When their every moment is achingly sexual,

Every touch is tentative foreplay in learning

A passion they cannot imagine diminishing;

Their shyness and limitations melting away

In the heat of their desperate entwining.

 

If there are seasons to love being learned

They are Spring, beautiful in their becoming

And blooming in the newness of their desire.

If they have not yet made love, they soon will,

And the thought makes my own passion rise.





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-08-11 at 15:49

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A good write , interesting , due to my age , I smiled , remembering my days in the spring time , now but aware , their are two other seasons in the year of life , when it rains oh how it rains and freezes , the realty awaiting spring time love , amore
Ken ( D Williams )
2011-08-15



I read this yesterday and was surprised I didn't feel my own passion rise as I had some pretty intense park moments. I reread it today and still no rise. I guess it's been too long, the memories are there, but with no power. It's kind of sad. It is a beautiful poem. I did smile at the "they soon will" line, as my gratification was much delayed.
2011-08-12


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Alas, in autumn, such heat is fleeting.
2011-08-12


ngaio Beck
Ah lucky you!
2011-08-11