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?

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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

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

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

Thomas Wells
Date: 9/1/2022 6:58:00 PM

Thank you so much, Linda! Be well, Thomas.