Each petal hugs the creamy white bud
as though endless acoustic in bruised sunsets,
he, my sentence, my ode and decadent sin,
observes them placed upon the nightstand.
As though endless acoustic in bruised sunsets,
bound by emotion raging soft in his hazel eyes,
our fingers entwine
He, my sentence, my ode and decadent sin
five shades lighter than carob,
falling with a little more love is the only therapy
Observes them placed upon the nightstand
and smiles, as we navigate through our lives
with a less than known map.
Grace hosts at dVerse and invites us to try a new poetic form
known as “Trimeric.” Come join us! 💝
Posted for MTB: Poetry Form- Trimeric @dVerse Poets Pub