duty bound
to do away with sense:
can you firewalk
with me under a
tumblemoon, with
stars slicing eyes?
let our feet fail ground
before our wedding day
you & i laying down
rainy grey under
at the quayside...
—and i think you know
how this story ends;
with whispers wraith
kissing ears
as all suns bury down
whispers
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7 responses to “whispers”
Beautiful! Would make a lovely Valentines poem!
Thank you! Now I just need to find a Valentine who won’t roll their eyes at my poetry 😅
Ahh Michael! If she is the right woman, she will love your poetry! Have a wonderful weekend! ☺
You have a great weekend yourself, Sharon. 🙂
Thank you!
Gorgeous.
Thank you, Stacey. 💙