LOVING SUNDAY
poem by:
Reeves
Written
on Jul 29, 2016
The light was right - a dusty yellow, dark below, not too high and not too low, wine untouched and pictures askew, keep your shoes on, whatever you do, shadows moving and souls proving that magic still exists before and after lovers kissed, hearts beating and moments fleeting to the rhythm of the clock and hands that mock, feel their way with deft skill - nothing else moves, never, until passion flows and rose up like sunbeams finding polished surfaces ever extending, arched backs like willows abending, with wait and go - tomorrow never comes.
Tags: love, inspirational,
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A previous user commented on Mar 01, 2018 at 11:36am
What's this about? I remember a long time ago, I was with a girl that had a messy floor and for a while I kept my shoes next to the bed in case I needed to leave. I soon adopted the "meh" mindset haha. Our love never did leave that bedroom I don't think :D
