dark remains of afternoon stall

dark remains of afternoon stall
the inevitable gloom of shadows

there are no references no books
no memory of those walking before us
just a day coming to an end

the warmth of windows in love
is a surrender in turrets bending
with flags flying and hearts ticking

there is a place where I can hide
gasping with summer's breath

let me hold you while I can
let me tell you
there is no more than this love

cherries bleeding on the patio
perennials still in bloom




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-08-09 at 18:10

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
What a beautiful piece. You have let let your romantic flair loose here.
2015-08-15