midnight cigarette

Velvetlascivious

theres a stream

at the edge of a lane

that runs from deep in the woods

along a back road in the country

where a pretty stone house

sits on a hill

and there's a big flat rock

where she sits with bare feet

dipping long silk stems

in the cool dark shallows

and the moonlight paints a foggy white glow

on porcelain shoulders

the only sound

the midnight symphony

of crickets crying their songs

and the soft swirling of water over smooth stones

where the years have taken their sweet time

to swallow any rough edges

the way she hopes

they might be so kind

as to steal more than just her youth

but leave behind a little beauty

and forgive her

for stealing more than hearts

and wishing more than dreams

and filling her cup

with sweet wine

or sometimes whisky

for the stinging nights

when sleep is just wishful thinking

 

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  • onepauly

    the message is comfortable

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks FRIEND ~ this is a very beautiful picture and reflection for Sunday Morning ~ AMEN ~ BRIAN (UK)

  • burning-embers

    Blissful beautiful picture painted by one who's poetic brushes tease awe and longing from her reader.

  • Louis Gibbs

    You paint a fine picture herein, with ever so subtle strokes, that held me all the way through and left me satisfied, the way a good poem should. I look forward to more, Velvet.

  • Heather T

    This is superb. My second keeper of the day.

  • FredPeyer

    Love the way you lead into it. I can see that place, see the woman. Emotional, tender, introspective. Excellent writing!



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