~ONE MENTAL NOTE~
We did arrive
one into the other
I stretched before my windows gate
as you napped away thru dawn
with ides of words unspoken
our mind's eye staged the porn.
You napped away thru dawn's mistake
I dallied near the balcony
and we locked eye to eye.
This gasp
- a stutter
and your mind echoes my name
- aflutter
as my heart palpates
and you stroke my
inner urges
you lie there
and here I stand.
Apart,
we are yet together
beyond our latent words suggest
to meet...
to meet.....
to meet for this repast.
Repast of what we could have known
- what should have come asunder
Repast amid this fruited mess
and our love laid to splendor.
They played it "splendor in the grass"
but we had it, "OUR REPAST"
the balcony & kiwi
Love as Lunch
this mental note in passing.
(C Cross 3/2022)
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