I had him last night
In a hush secret session
Moving like quick sand
Sinking heated passion
Dipping
Tumbling
Rising
Falling
Behind the dim lit stand
Of orange grape fruit
And the sound of patrol
Boots moving around
Corner bend Belay road
I had him last night
But only for a while
Two minutes in a sleepless night
Returning to dream of him tonight
Dreams are wonderful to have, hope the dream returns,
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WOW
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful, my dear friend.... so passionate and so sad... full of wonderful love
Keep writing!
hugs and smiles
:)
whoa..........that is hot. There is nothing like a powerful dream to make us wonder....but take heed dear lady....some of the most seemingly inconsequential dreams can be trying to shake us from our delusions of lonliness.
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ReplyDeleteHi Marcia lovin your art ...I love this, the way you captured the essence of those emotions ...simply stunning! ...thank u for the follow.
ReplyDelete...a potent...passion-filled...rich...poetic snapshot of gone moments...of missed moments...of moments hoped for...lovely!!!
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