Our Poem.
Two sitting on dry sea-sand
muse on love\'s pull yet
cover true feelings
with flippant asides as doubt
begets more goodbyes.
Chances fly by while unstated
delay waits in the wings
and decisions waver
with action-less silence that
feeds on snatched timing.
Gone now the wishes to end
the illicit and chase living
with heads bravely high,
dip feet in deep waters and
face needs of desire.
Not forgotten the wiles of
shared and shy feelings
that if but spoken
would have made our poem
rife with potent rhyme.