Romella Kitchens Poet Free verse

Shore

I dream of a house sometimes, Segovia plays
And there are finches in a cage
I meditate  into the evening to the sound of 
cicadas

You found my fine bones and made love
to them

There in halls that knew   no ghostly coolness
There was sound
There were the echoes of our laughter
from within our sensuality, then
down the corridors

And it wasn’t just touch, it was inward
back from wandering waters of discontent

towards a emotionally sensual shore

Then silence, the cicadas and the less
nocturnal all having gone into their rest

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