July 11, 2011

sublime love waiting

in courtesy and gratitude, i see the cobblestone lit by moonlight where a moment earlier it was dark and sultry. it glistened wet from the mist of lust as my sullen heart knew only the joys of a singular self absorbed poet on a walk. the air sat whimsical like it wished the moment had not passed us by, or that as you walked away, the click of your heels matched the beating of my heart. your hand on my lip and the soft whisper of sublime love waiting, till there the light danced of moisture on this poets walk to remember.

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