As dusk stealthily advances
to swallow the sun
which spits and hisses
and ducks and dives
helplessly
like a candle flame
dancing frenziedly
on its last drop of wax
the lover,
burns parting kisses
on his mistress' breasts
and,
stepping out,
sees
that the sun
has also,
in passionately reluctant departure,
kissed the sky
ablaze
I love your poetry. It speaks to my mind like a cinema. The scene brings back memories. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteWow! How lovely to read your comment, Frank, especially because I know how moving and powerful images on a cinema screen can be. Thank you.
ReplyDeletePS Not to mention the memories that it brought back...I hope they were pleasant ones??? :)
ReplyDeleteBrava. Love your new blog of images, poetry and sound!
ReplyDeleteHey Layla, lovely to see you here! And am so glad you love my new blog. I've really enjoyed putting it together :)
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