It matters not where we shall meet
in a field or forest deep.
It matters not the time of day
morning sun or nighttime gray.
Perhaps we'll meet upon a beach
mingling skin of tan and peach.
Or in a castle dungeon dark
where hungry lips do leave their mark.
We could share the best of moods
you and me; a pair of nudes.
Sliding down a fall of blue
rolling in the morning dew.
It matters not where we shall meet
in a field or forest deep.
It matters not the time of day.
Time will slow as if at bay.
4 comments:
A wonderful poem, the message came across and it was a pleasure to read.
Take care.
Yvonne.
thank you, Yvonne.
I really like the parallelism in between the first two verses of the first strophe and the first two of the last one, and the rymhes are really well-aimed.
I really like your poetry, even if i'm not english, i find it very light, impressive and deep. Like a caress of wind in a summer afernoon.
Hope you'll accept my compliments, and sorry for possibile writing errors...
Greetings.
F.L.
Wow, F. Lupis....that is the best review, compliment I've had on here in a long time! You sure know poetry!.
Thank you!
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