LOVING SUNDAY

poem by: Reeves
Written on Jul 29, 2016

The light was right - a dusty yellow,
dark below, not too high and not too
low, wine untouched and pictures askew,
keep your shoes on, whatever you do,
shadows moving and souls proving that
magic still exists before and after lovers
kissed, hearts beating and moments fleeting
to the rhythm of the clock and hands
that mock, feel their way with deft
skill - nothing else moves, never, until
passion flows and rose up like sunbeams
finding polished surfaces ever extending,
arched backs like willows abending,
with wait and go - tomorrow never comes. 

 

Tags: love, inspirational,

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A previous user commented on Mar 01, 2018 at 11:36am
What's this about? I remember a long time ago, I was with a girl that had a messy floor and for a while I kept my shoes next to the bed in case I needed to leave. I soon adopted the "meh" mindset haha. Our love never did leave that bedroom I don't think :D

 

 

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