New Love-Talk
Beguiled, I dash out in the rain
While you,
yes, you catch my embrace--
Lips trembling
on a night of leaves...
The petals winging through fine mist
new love-talk drones,
as kiss enchants
In flamed surrender, I reply:
'Though pleasantries begin to gush;
O halt your language; let actions work.'
3.16.2019
What I Love Contest of Maureen Mc Greavy
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2019
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