The Complexities of Love
A quatrain
Rear, I feel the dark shadows that I fear,
Near, is the storm to reverse my gear,
Complexities of clinical depression,
Silently, I walk to my purgatory,
Back in the foliage of sweet local park,
Where we made kind love, your warm heartbeat I hear,
Warm embrace of gentle sin, during the storm,
light brown eyes, radiant in tonight's dark sky
Whispers of crickets as they disappear,
birds snooze quietly in the trees that they choose,
wonders of our love disturb their sweet slumber
innocence lost to the desire of flesh
dripping wet with saliva from young years,
tongues engage from the excitement we have made
goose-bumps on our skins gone to love that got loose
Cradling into the night of this memory.
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