Covert

 

Covert.

I see

butterscotch evenings,
lollipop skies of amber-cream,
last light frothing waves 
as sea's olive coverlet changes       
to caramel-sepia.

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I see

                 twilight blush streaking                 
                  dusk in stripe humbug-tints,      
                         pink cheeks dimpling                
         as honied in cherry-lip mem'ry   
              arises clandestine scenes.

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I see

Treacle-soft times sealing
promise of secret trials,
offers of pleasure
as sundown uncovers eager 
share in mutual feelings.

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I see

Chocolate-smooth dreaming 
invades ever after to hold            
close romantic moments 
             spent in covert still tasting                  
of first love sweetness.