Warm

Alan R

…And the night was warm in his arms

Beautiful city lights

Those we couldn’t see through the curtains

Lightly falling and surely held as we were

Each other’s muse

Each other’s art

Each other’s audience

He played the piano, we danced as one

And then later

We dreamt of a perfect evening in Tuscany

The pure belonging of the souls, mind and body.

 

 

-Al

  • Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 23rd, 2026 02:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Romantic in various ways it speaks of a relationship and time. Lovely

    • Alan R

      Thanks 🙂

      • sorenbarrett

        Most welcome Alan

      • Thomas W Case

        Warmth sticks to these lines like smoke in a dim room—intimate and unafraid.
        You let the city fade behind you, and in that hush, the poem becomes the only music that matters.

        • Alan R

          What a lovely reflection, thanks a lot 🙂



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