Thinking Backwards
Thinking Backwards
If I die now
At least you will
Have read me
And that feels good
As good as when we
Showered in the forest
With only a bucket
And sun warm rain
Between us ...
But weren’t those
The days
Laying leafy and curled
Mid canopy filtered
Solar rays
And shyness behind us
The kind of days poets crave
And films are made of ...
Too golden for eyes
And just a splash of green
Both here and there
To finger and caress
I used to smoke back then
Remember ..
But crave you now more
Than I ever did those Marlboro’s ..
Funny isn’t it
I often think about
Our little echoes
And where all those
Smoke rings went
And do you ever wonder
What happened to our laughter
I know I very often do …
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Comments
Simplicity and nature's beauty abound in this amazingly sensual piece of poetic bliss....whether or not it is a fiction.......the phrasing STELLAR....the tone magical......PINNED!!....you are VERY fine wielder of words my friend!!.......Well done!.,.....and thank you for sharing this.......I truly enjoyed the atmosphere!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo : )
Thanks a million Tony .. Neville :)
The golden glow of past loves...or present loves and moments passed....beautiful x
A real gentleman never tells, regardless of how true or tempting ... One does however, always remember his manners and say thank you after the event ....................................... Thank you dear Marion x