Cousin Peggy

gray0328

Cousin Peggy 

 

Once, in the French Quarter,

We swirled, tipsy shadows on brick walls.

Back at her place, our lips

Teased the line of forbidden.

 

Peggy, blonde wisp, laughter pealing

Like church bells at high noon.

A slight girl, feet delicate as sparrows,

Her chest, two firm secrets

Undiscovered by these longing hands.

 

The smile that told unacted plays,

The laugh that danced in empty rooms—

We lingered there, on the edge of sin,

Never tumbling into the abyss.

 

Now, just a ghostly fondness remains,

A sip of desire never fully quenched.

And the thought of her, that sprightly muse,

Resurrected in the quiet sighs of reminiscence.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 7th, 2024 09:58
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  • aDarkerMind

    am most impressed with this write gray0328

    • gray0328

      Thanks for sharing your feedback Melvin, I appreciate it very much.



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