Sneaking Away
Slowly, gently
like a nomad, I slip away
out the back door of midnight hours ,
stepping into a brilliant autumn dome.
In a wet emerald park
Under lit panels of a tree
My guy sneaks behind me
Naughty as a vagrant wing,
Flinging on the grass, so free, so free.
And we run into the woods,
Inhaling dusk’s brightness
serenaded by jay-like trills,
while the child within holds this glee;
oh so free, free…a laughter beguiled.
Then sunrise slowly, gently flames
as our play begins to end,
he kisses my cheeks
before our moon slips-slides
into gray… a moment so free,
when our innocence abides.
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5/26/2016
Becca Teagan’s Contest: Slipping Away
*Poem inspired by aforementioned song
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