The night sounds
whispered in through
the open window
a hurricane lamp glowed
as she reclined in
the dancing shadow fall
something soft and slow
played in the light
and crept from the stereo
he remembers her eyes
though she wore
nothing at all
a tenderness between them
most gentle emotion echoed
artfully fulfilled
the quiet pleasure of a kiss
the record skipped
as did his heart
her face lit from above
an unexpected book
beautifully dishabilled
to read her
right here , right now
lovely , warm , beautiful art
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 24th, 2017 10:26
- Category: Love
- Views: 92
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Comments9
Perfect write. I enjoyed this a lot.
Warm and tender, this tribute to love, WL! Kudos.
Ah a well told tale of days gone by where tender and gentle were love's emotions while hurricane lamps sent forth a soft glow...... your words brought all this to light so clearly WL - a gem of a read.
A wonderful poem, so tenderly written! A magnificent tribute to love!
This poem was beautiful. I have nothing else to say because it simply was beautiful.
Great work Bill - such a tender write.
Beautifully expressed, beautiful imagery, a pleasure to read. Kudos!
I have to agree Bill, relationships with a book can draw us in so deep. Great write.
Superb write WL, the peace an love just shines through your words.
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