Poetry 'n Prose

If I Had Known

If I had known then,
the future of our touch
the ghost of smells
could bring you back to me
to be your secret
to keep our ritual of desire
alive in the quiet times.

If I’d had known then.
that you would be a constant shadow
in footsteps
I would have had stopped longer
and taken part in this waggle dance
in open hay stacked fields,
a paper blue sky above us
with one small cloud
with the sound of laughter
from the road.

If I had known then,
I would have let you take
my life with that ancient fire
that kept the feeling tight
and bound us together
like shared blood
I would have surrendered
and laid myself out
from beginning to end.


By 67paintings

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

2 replies on “If I Had Known”

Good question … guess I was blinkered, some might say blind folded. Of course hindsight often gives an ungratifying “view” of how limited we see things, Maybe that’s why poetry is a salve. to the soul, albeit too late,

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