The downpour is heavy.
It’s pita-patting tune
Releases from memory
The days of great fortune.
Days when I had loved.
Mountain air, the frost
Supple lips, a kiss!
Hand in hand walks, lost!
Lake Chautauqua, weirdly shaped
The autumn foliage, Bemus point.
The hundred acre lot, us getting caught
By that jogger, who camped in the park.
The way you moan!
Whenever we touched.
Still I long for your flesh.
I yearn o so much.
Mischievous smile!
Eyes a fierce amber!
A modest style!
Your devilish candor!
Will this cycle never cease?
When lost emotions are released!
That causeth the rain to increase.
I dry my eyes, I hope for peace!
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Stieve Fernandez
Hello am a 36 year old Jamaican national three years into my journey of creative writing
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