"delongpre" poems
suddenly, i digress from that loathsome reality
to love; that Love, that will never be.
Your hair in clasped hands; a sight to see!
an utter visage of our inequity
Those dream filled nights; indecision into reverie
a blood-stained heart; i long to see
i watch a couch arrayed amiss; perhaps it was on Delongpre
Or, was it just the spot of me, in err that you'd truly wait for me?
Green-swept necks; the void they say to see
from what i'll gauge my gracious-laden disparity
yet,
"...the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!"
if only J. Alfred, your breeze-kissed lips he'd see.
Among the late evening, Chinatown meals we'd be
or, early market arm brushes; my utter pleasantries
but,
fullness, ours, i realise fleeting; forever'll be
while fear; my constant reality.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC