light comes undone
in these shadowlands
giving fire its reign
passion burning its
painful identity inside
our veins skin aglow
from the red flames
of love that we lit
in our sunrising hours
keeping its heat
through the turn of
our sky unto dusk
you and I need not
fear for the growth
of these shadows
the smoky soft gifts
of our memories
lasting a little while
longer until they
converge with the
dissolute darkness
of night where our
fire can slumber
unnoticed in comfort
till startled awake by
new lovers who
take up our ardor
igniting their own
blaze and blush of
new glorious dawn
WOW!!! 🙂 Happy Friday and Have a Fantastic Week End~
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thank you dearly, my friend
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Intimate, Paul, and oh so tender . . .
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thanks kindly, Peter
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Yes, so very tender. And true.
Elouise
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greatly appreciated, Elouise
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Cohen’esque with Lenzi panache.
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an undeserved comparison, but I thank you nonetheless
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Penned so tenderly…lovely poem. Boon weekend, Paul.
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thank you most kindly
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Lovely, passionate and enviable 😉
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your comment touches me, Melanie
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Beautifully worded with passion! 🙂 Have a lovely weekend, Paul.
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thank you most kindly
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A beautiful ode to love that is constant beyond any one of us.
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I am a fortunate man
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Reblogged this on Br Andrew's Muses and commented:
Stumbling thoughts
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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