Treasure Island

Warren Falcon

(04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

The Case For Love As Storm

for Crimson Love

This can only go well.

I hold your hand
throughout the storm.

We swell together.
Two seeds break open.

I day your arbor.
You arbor my need.

Let us not plead our
case for love as storm.

Here we are warm in the park after
dark beneath the newspaper wet.

Stained with ink we are that fading
photograph of the bride and groom.

We are marked most likely
to flower in any season.

Caution thrown to wind,
blind lightning stabs the dark.

Sparks kindle perimeter pines.
The park is aflame.

The music of the gazebo gutter
waltzes clumsily on.

We make a run for it.

The dance is close.

It is now.

It is ours.

Submitted: Thursday, October 06, 2011
Edited: Saturday, October 15, 2011

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  • Jacqui Broad (10/9/2011 11:59:00 PM)

    Truely like this poem! Makes one really want to throw caution to the wind and make a run for it...if only one was sure it will last... (Report) Reply

  • Dave Walker (10/8/2011 12:03:00 PM)

    Like it good poem. Good write.
    May i invite you to read my poem
    Called, powers that be. (Report) Reply

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