In the stillness of the night
The slight breeze ruffles the flower petal
It moves without momentum
Hesitantly
I have been walking for aeons
Without finding myself
Losing myself in the confines of meaningless sex
Lie down on the soft sand
Wait for a lover to pass me by
Hold hands indulge in soft laughter
Remember bygones time
Nostalgia is a hard mistress
She makes me ache, weep and moan
The promise of what will become another memory
Beckons me into another pair of arms
No comments:
Post a Comment