Garth Rakumakoe

Love Seasons Of Two

He’d been filled with a deep longing,

having last seen her

a week, that felt like months ago

 

Winter turned seventy, there and then

when his heart beamed

the birth of spring

at the sight of her

 

He planted a kiss

on her forehead

and from her smile

down to her painted toenails,

pointedly standing,

to embrace his tall frame

she took his breath away

as her lips met his

and blushed Autumn sixteen

 

They spent the day together,

clasped, inter-etched,

kissed,

and fanned the flames,

the flames of love…

 

She loved cooking for him

as he toplessly did the dishes

Tending the meal

she turned

their gazes locked

and declared their promises

 

The air was flammable

The fire was in their eyes

and summer was twenty-one!

Comments6

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    Very beautiful poem . I couldn’t help but smile at this ! Had to favourite it aswell .

    I’m not sure I could write like that

    A truly lovely read

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  • Teddy.15

    Ah such beautiful imagery, true love can last every season of one's life if we are lucky ❣️ gorgeous dear Garth.

    • Garth Rakumakoe

      Very true, dear Teddy... Love does make the world go round... 🙂

    • kitty the naughty poet

      a beautiful poem that brought a smile to my face. thank you for sharing

      • Garth Rakumakoe

        Thanks to you for reading and the appreciation as well, Katie. Love, light, and peace fellow writer.

      • dusk arising

        Unsure why i like this but I do. Great flow and mystery.

        • Garth Rakumakoe

          Thank you kindly DA. Grateful it has found a place with you. Appreciated.

        • Goldfinch60

          Beautiful lovelorn words Garth.

          Andy

          • Garth Rakumakoe

            Thank you Andy. 🙏🏼

          • SharonMoemise

            Breathless...



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