just a short love story.


Met On A Bench IN THE PARK

The hand of God
touches them
They awaken refreshed
Ready to do it again
Reaching their perfection
in a state of being
Truly in love
and totally involved
in its completion
They expel all their energies
When all their readiness
is taken away
by their consumption
of each other
They adjust to the emptiness
for just a moment
They have traveled such a long way
in such a short time
They have arrived
at such a naked blissfulness
They met in the park
on a bench
She was full of loneliness
and he was too
and each one of them
had carried the baggage
of brokenheartedness




Poetry by Dorsey Baker The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-09-28 at 14:18

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Of course, migratory birds but I don't know enough to recognize which they would be. Swallows? Doves? Pigeons? Beautifully expressed.
Ashe
2015-09-29