An Old Movie
all the wild in it's wisp and brood.
fly nature in and scented skin.
fell silently her silk new bloom.
back in the arms of the one she calls him.
lay on clouds of pull and press.
arms of brambles twined and beating.
sharing stolen summer breaths.
watching all the world in it's dignity repeating.
shyer eye's would deny this zest.
prying lies would seem much less fleeting.
she senses as he molds her breast.
that her arching spine is for his pleasing.
rancid thoughts of past conquests.
ship's that crashed on shores still freezing.
are repaired bye his hand while she rests.
she will pay him on the night of receiving.
all the time bye it's muted actions.
self respect will show it's hand.
and disband itself from older factions.
and find a newer pleasant land.
rolling tanks will lose their steel.
smelted into natures consistent overgrow.
left as furniture for new lovers to feel.
as hand clasped hearts flail too and throw.
an old movie will play on their reel.
this audience has two,no more.
and if anyone dare to taint or steal.
the hand of romance will turn red with woe.
so shelter no longer your appeal.
let it dance on your flourishing soul.
know that life with love is real.
an old movie that for always will show.
Copyright © David Sobieralski | Year Posted 2008
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