Our Hideaway
Late afternoon – at twilight’s edge
we drift toward a secluded beach
on gentle waves of blue and green.
We leave the boat; then hand in hand,
along the sandy shore we stroll
as sky above gleams tangerine.
We see the cottage up ahead.
It seems as if sweet summer sighs
because we feel its cooling breeze.
Anticipation moves our feet.
We find ourselves outside the door.
A night of bliss we soon shall seize.
We hold each other as we watch
the final fading of sun’s gleam
into the sea; the day is done.
Night brings the moon and glitter stars.
Into our hideaway we go,
and joy prevails, for we are one.
July 30, 2019 for Emile pinet's Tri-Con Poetry Contest
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