Two Strangers Poem by Philip Bangura

Two Strangers



The slit of the moon reflected on the dark black pit less water-

Which crashed with its reaching waves on the jagged rocks-

High up top two figures meld to one-

each seeking thrills that the night had to offer-

The abyss covered the forest

stealth like they were -

Not to be seen by any on lookers

Saturday, April 21, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: gay,sex
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