Some afternoons are sublime
beyond scripting
splendid blue colors the sky
and my lover's lips
taste like dripping honey
Some nights I hear the mantle
clock tick and music sounds
sweeter than it has since
those nights in New Orleans
Some mornings are like those artists paint
of sunshine shimmering on the water
my darling's presence seems
like a celebration without
the need of a parade
Some days are unique
love is easily earned
I can sit near my beloved
and watch love grow
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
Some afternoons are sublime
beyond scripting
splendid blue colors the sky
and my lover's lips
taste like dripping honey
Some nights I hear the mantle
clock tick and music sounds
sweeter than it has since
those nights in New Orleans
Some mornings are like those artists paint
of sunshine shimmering on the water
my darling's presence seems
like a celebration without
the need of a parade
Some days are unique
love is easily earned
I can sit near my beloved
and watch love grow
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