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Fortuity

After your butterfly alighted my dreams,  
I never forgot your kiss,
You became the object of my vespers,
The refuge for my injured toiling chest.
I await your spectacle, your curtain call.
Your fragile teasing dance. 
Like Groundhog Day, I predict your fluttering 
Wings, the wavy flurry of your bowstrings,
Again and again.
What wonder comes next?
 Are you counting down my dreams?

Copyright © Thomas Wells | Year Posted 2022

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Brian Sambourne Date: 10/15/2022 9:10:00 PM Your words, Thomas, have the quality of flight, especially in a homage to love. Another fine, fine write. Your final 2 lines are zingers - love 'em. Sincere good wishes as your pen scribes the chaos of politics to the lifts from romance. All the best my friend, Brian Login to Reply Thomas Wells Date: 10/20/2022 1:55:00 AM I am so honored by your kind words, Brian. Thank you!

Anil Deo Date: 9/18/2022 1:51:00 AM Not steamy, but a romantic winner. Shalom shalom Dear Friend, worthy Poet Login to Reply Anil Deo Date: 9/23/2022 9:51:00 AM Whatever you write Thomas, is in good taste. You notably cannot write a lie Thomas Wells Date: 9/22/2022 3:40:00 PM Thank you, Anil. I'm glad you think it is a winner. Your comment suggests you might be a bit disappointed that the poem isn't more carnal. LOL! I will try to accommodate you better in future love poems. Take care, my good friend!

Linda Alice Fowler Date: 8/31/2022 6:38:00 PM Beautiful, emotive work Thomas. I love your questioning lines...again and again. Linda Login to Reply Thomas Wells Date: 9/1/2022 6:58:00 PM Thank you so much, Linda! Be well, Thomas.