Akin to unrehearsed play
come and loosen with bare hands
as tide wears dove-colored sands
oust inhibitions astray.
I circle in mute phrases
feel doubts and unease burning
is there chance – our returning
I pine through empty stages.
With lips that deny distance
come whisper to restless soul
as ardor claims full control
in lyrical persistence.
Love, I have done this before
mourning as paired souls are threshed
on warm night in Budapest
stars strewn across grassy floor.
I yearn for ache – powerful
one that taints heavens above
recounting sad tale of love
through valleys sweet – flowerful
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Posted on Sunday Mini-Challenge @ Real Toads
& Posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United