photo: simon fowler
lead me to you.
Traded my sorrow
and disillusionment
for welcoming visions of you.
So sadly you seemed
sitting in shades of gray.
Approached you
with a gentle kiss
planted softly
on your forehead.
You reciprocated
with a smile,
Flirtatious words,
Lovely words.
Seductive poses
and glances
exchanged.
Soul watching
from a distance.
Scintillating conversations
about the trivial
to the metaphysical.
Eagerly
I await the future
and the surprises
you hold.
Across the Altlantic
lies promise.
- drvodka2005
2 comments:
I like the poem and find the accompanying image very interesting and intriguing.
one of these days, i will explain the reason for the combination, the source of the inspiration....one of these days...may it be sooner.
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