Then

Avenues of thought,

The taste of summer lips,

Dandelion bright–

Ribbons twist in the wind. 

Hands, touch–

Together beneath the stars,

Remembering. 

The hollow silence–

Crushing down. 

Pinned against regret,

Trapped by nevermore,

Memories fade away. 

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Union

Fingers,

Tenderly through damp hair,

Along the soft curve of her neck–

Lost in deep pools of blue.

Somewhere in that moment–

When in union,

Entwined in the act,

Eyes that drive into the soul–

Laid bare and exposed,

Dripping and moving,

Two worlds become one.

The wells of her beauty,

Captivated in her many places,

Those precious seconds,

Given gladly in adoration.

 

Swing

Empty chalice,

The deep echo of aching halls–

A splintering rupture,

Cast down like waste into the gravel. 

Back down the slope,

A progression of failure.

Spun by chances–

Deeper into the darkness. 

Only a shadow–

Gone when the light is shown. 

The lost promise–

Whispered over dry lips,

Was never there at all.