One Moment
Vanilla-coconut fills the room,
underneath the silvery moon.
All the stars- they have their place,
shooting stars and beads of lace.
A fantasy of future time,
when I'll be yours and you'll be mine.
Therefore I wonder an unlikely dream,
gazing at a tattered seam.
Flirting with such treasure trove,
climbing in your night-time robe.
For love- it comes and goes like this...
one moment here, the next in bliss.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2019
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