Poetry 'n Prose

Coming True

This morning before waking

my head resting

on your shoulder

my arm curved around

your breast

my hand holding

your hand

my palms still

tingling in your sweat

seeping into mine

my thumping chest

kisses you goodbye.

Then shuffling away

under the stars I

raise not my eyes

to the sky too frightened

to look up in case

these lights disappear

and I’d be lost to her

endless mystery.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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