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.
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...
Like it good poem. Good write. May i invite you to read my poem Called, powers that be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem ;) I enjoyed it a lot :)