Sometimes, sometimes,
in that twilight
between awake
and asleep
I turn and say-
yes or I do or-
Nothing changes
around us-
the night-pressed
silence,the distant lights,
our shoes scuffing on the gravel,
our fingers sweaty,
still entwined
your face all shadows and angles
under the tree
the summer heat rising
clinging to my shirt-
in that twilight
between awake
and asleep
I turn and say-
yes or I do or-
Nothing changes
around us-
the night-pressed
silence,the distant lights,
our shoes scuffing on the gravel,
our fingers sweaty,
still entwined
your face all shadows and angles
under the tree
the summer heat rising
clinging to my shirt-
2 comments:
"your face all shadows and angles" - Like. Even the poetry talks about heat in this weather :) - Anon2
Anon2: Last gasp of summer here. :)
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