The rocking chair
a paradise for termites
front porch pictures portraying
love are nebulous within her eyes
she busks in the moment
the delightful smell
of the effloresecent
garden being the front-row
sit to memories of young
lovers, a vistage of ecstacy
lost with time
Frazzled by years of affairs
She still yearns for that
kiss that cares not for
time and space that
leaves a mark of falicity
on her visage.
a birth mark for when love is
born as lady nature sings her songs
I hope you enjoy this one.. this is pure imagination