Covert.
I see
butterscotch evenings,
lollipop skies of amber-cream,
last light frothing waves
as sea's olive coverlet changes
to caramel-sepia.
*
*
I see
twilight blush streaking
dusk in stripe humbug-tints,
pink cheeks dimpling
as honied in cherry-lip mem'ry
arises clandestine scenes.
*
*
I see
Treacle-soft times sealing
promise of secret trials,
offers of pleasure
as sundown uncovers eager
share in mutual feelings.
*
*
I see
Chocolate-smooth dreaming
invades ever after to hold
close romantic moments
spent in covert still tasting
of first love sweetness.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2022 02:57
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Comments2
Hue would have thought it possible to capture so many colours and shades of shades even covertly held yet freely available to those who want to see them at each end of the day .......................... x
Hue indeed dear Sir N. - - - -" those were the days my friend" comes to mind - -- but though they ended they come alive at dream-time........ with thanks galore for your generous comment.........x
I see a good write Fay!
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