October 2016

Two years pass.
Rocked round the surly wraith
of your embrace.
These moments set
my neurons apace.
Leaves my resolve agape.
Were it not for shame.
A penchant for grace.
Would I pen these
nocturnal thoughts for
rhetoric’s sake?
Under the moonlit guile
of this evening’s break,
romps the remains of
our ruse… gathered willfully
against our bosoms in
reflection’s wake.
The high rise horizon
of our modern vista,
bathed in neon necessity,
calls to me as you
once did.
Resplendent and free.