We Never Met

The last time we met
(we never really met)
It was a clouded, rainy afternoon
Somewhere vaguely metropolitan, some old boulevard with stone lions
With an indefinable look of ages to them as we walked along the dirty, sweet cobblestone
Street was nipping at your heels, scuffed and worn from the weekend parties
The bars were just opening again, the striped awnings spattered with pigeon refuse and tears from an all seeing Sun
Fluttered gently as Spring began to well it's melancholy seas of Light&Love
Into shadows painting cross-bars on the tender longing of our young smiles.

Fallen soft as sepia whispers into the liquid sighing evening we walked
Swaying hips touching at a rhythmic cant of tidal sways
Dreams of gravity and astral tones
Kept us close as our hearts soared at will

Later it would rain, cold bird songs chitchatting against the bedroom windows
Our limbs would form an akimbo origami bursting like the stars
Dissolving inwards, without words into a future world washed by our tears . . .



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-01-13 at 00:36

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