Faraway
How often, sullen memories reel
from faraway climb, down to heart’s raw drop
because these buried thoughts do bring to life again
vignettes of young adult's fire - --brushing lip to lip.
And neither of us dared follow our vow’s pledge..
you shrank away from the taste of life's whims,
and I from the fear of the deep passion inside.
for those memories have lashed me like a whip.
The indelible kisses of the past,
pressed on the pages of revelry's rhymes,
like the veinless leaves of autumn's parole,
granted in the place of winter's long blast
have allowed us to fearlessly roam--
assaulting a love that need not go wrong.
Skat's Best Love Poem #2
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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