To the Clamor of Melodious Wind Chimes
We watch
as aquamarine touches the shore
splashing glitter-drops onto the sand beneath our feet.
The sun melts into a rose-petal sky
glowing crimson and persimmon
on the horizon.
Hand in hand,
engulfed by tranquility,
we stroll to the beach house
we have rented for the night.
At the porch
we stop -
gazing back at the shore
where splendidly we spent our afternoon.
Then you face me,
and your blue eyes,
once so soft and flirty in the sunlight,
grow darker in the twilight.
Darker and deeper,
mirroring my quickening desire.
Wind chimes made from sea shells,
which tinkle above our heads,
start to mirror the passion
of the once soft and flirty breeze of our perfect day,
for wind now blows with gusto!
To the clamor of melodious wind chimes,
my lips meet yours
and we become the sun,
melting like crimson and persimmon
into each other.
Aug. 28, 2018
for John Hamilton's Best free verse July 1-October1,2018 Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2018
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