The Shape of Love
Last night
The shape of love
Made from the creases of bed linen that
I now smooth with an arc of my palm,
Gather and dissolve in an instance, whilst
Last nights’ secrets giggle in the shadows
To wait out the dawn
Yesterday as we ran barefoot
Through the surf; painting our noses with the foamy
Brine, me brushing the taste of summer from your lips all the
While watching your eyes watch mine
- I could feel the drum beat of your heart
That changed some small little part
Within me
Even as I sit here in the dark, your
Goodbye no longer ringing in my ear, the memories
Slow, unwilling to fade along
With the suns last, sad flush
They say nothing lasts forever
Although love is not nothing
Love is the sand I shook from your towel
The dry salt I wiped from your brow and
In the words I failed to tell, yet
Women came and went – mostly
Went
Nonetheless I can still feel the drum beat of your heart
Here - as I smooth with an arc of my palm,
The creases of bed linen
Made from the shape of love
When a man loves a woman (man only contest) - Poetry Contest
31 August 2015
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