Jan 2016
Tonight
the stars pulsate
alone.
Our hands
twinkle with sweat,
words blend
together like clouds.
Our laughter
skitters through grass
and
I feel the lulling
throb of your blood.
The moon
glows white,
evening
loops itself around us.
the stars pulsate
alone.
Our hands
twinkle with sweat,
words blend
together like clouds.
Our laughter
skitters through grass
and
I feel the lulling
throb of your blood.
The moon
glows white,
evening
loops itself around us.
Written: January 2016.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time after being inspired by some Lorca work. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed at some point in the future.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time after being inspired by some Lorca work. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed at some point in the future.
(31/M/Northamptonshire, England)
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