Romantica
You in soft focus
beneath a night-fall
of jasmine,
hands freckled
from planting sunlight.
The leaf and vine
of a meshed sensoria
mask more than
a wrinkle or two.
At last it is okay
to be these veteran actors
in a love story.
The world will survive
another day
of our bruised fruit.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
