Lost In Love
By Katie Taylor from Isham That rain.
That chill.
Those darkening skies.
That knock. His warmth. Hands in pockets, hunched, humming.
Huggable.
He turns to face me.
Ebony eavesdropping eyes. Ecstasy. Electric smile.
Smouldering stalagmite stubble. Stunning.
Stepping down the drive,
Drizzle trembling across our faces,
Our hands embrace. Passing lamps entangle our shadows.
Each enchanting encounter
Endless. Meanwhile the clouds tuck away the sun in
A golden glimmering bed,
Whispering tiny secrets to the nervous moon. The wind runs her faint feathery fingers
Through his liquorice locks. Liberating. Longing gazes
Our faces luminous with laughter.
Living a dream. Descending the hill back home he holds me closer.
His happiness heats my hesitant heart.
Hopeful. My Hero. At the door we dwindle.
Drenched, he distributes a dewy kiss
On my clammy cheek. Captivating. The night closes in,
He retreats,
Deteriorates into the darkness. Left in the lunar light.
Lost in love. Now hes gone.
Familiar drizzle and darkness. Its cold now.
Liquid daggers descend and dart down my face,
Shards of a shattered heart.
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