When They Would Lose Their Shadows
The scent she always
wore to bed
was so much more
inviting
than just a simple
invitation ..
Or an understated
statement
might have been ..
But rather,
it was more,
a complex extension
of her own
near nakedness
and her subsequent
intentions ..
Oh’ what games
and gifts,
she would later offer
play and ply ..
When his statue
by the fountain
in our beloved garden ..
Would then,
for a while at least ..
Be sure,
to misplace its own
shadow,
alongside that of her own ..
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Brilliant!
(Unearthed
we delve free of restraint
a touch, a glimpse
a shared intimacy devoid of reason
seeking, that which fantasy fails to imagine
I remember, warmth
in cold eyes, daring me to dream
my fingers
trembling, and ice dancing cacophonous
as I approached
a glass in each hand, a stutter in every step
wordless, knowing
she was already sipping on wine
I offered her a glass
statuesque, we stared
life pressed play, around us
she and i, lost
to existence's influence
only that winking moon, teased us
it all felt like it lasted a lifetime
.. then she took my glass
emptied her wine, right there on the grass
by my shoes, some dropped on the leather
I looked down, tagged by her scent
and I smiled, wide as a gaping cloud
and offered my glass, to toast
a new chapter in our life
she, merely blinked
in-time, with our shared pulsating beat
...
that night, we hardly moved
all night
merely spoke till silence, rudely interrupted
by alerting us
to the absence of everyone else
that night
our shadows, danced naked
as that knowing moon, serenaded us
...)
do you think by any chance as well as our love for this particular craft, we might just share a cerebral hemisphere too sir Mek .. cheques in the post and the next pints on me .. AGT's Neville
that's the dream Hyung
cheers! 🍻
Good write Neville.
KP has a certain whiff - of a sewage farm! lol.
When will you stop being horrible to her? says Fido.
Fido may have got something there .. and I aint talking rabies or fleas neither
This poem, "When They Would Lose Their Shadows", captures the sensuality and intimacy of a relationship through vivid imagery and subtle language.
Bless you Mot, your ongoing support is indeed most heart-warming sir
🙂🙏🙏
Some of those statues have a lot to answer for mi amigo - - love the way you pen the suspense ahead with comparative personification. Great read............x
I doubt I shall ever tire of you looking down upon me n my scribbles like that, my very dearest of Fay's .. x
You brought that figure to life... a true gift my friend. This is moving and playful and memorable. Bravo.
I'm delighted that you found us my friend .. many thanks indeed .. N
Wonderful words about the intimacy of love Neville.
Andy
thank you kindly Andy .. much appreciated .. N
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