Love @ The Stands Poem by Leslie Xavier

History ceased in a mystery,
with the long shadow on the eastern steps.
The moss covered courtyard,
inside a tropical temple complex,
filled with warriors and the fight,
and cries for the gold; in a day.

But they don't mean a cent, this day;
for you shimmered on the pyramid steps.
A brown refuge between the lines,
and your lips are mine in a twist,
of words and thoughts and a pull,
the lover me within the lover you.

Drums beat in a distant bong,
an army to the fore once more.
But the rhythm warming my mind
- your pulse as I touch your heart.
This, a dream, a lasting one;
you near me, as I write my will.

And the lights go out yonder,
I search for you in wonder.
The wet field and the naughty smile,
is here to stay for a while.
Between breaths I dare to say,
now, not then, just you n me!