Poetry: Secret Night
It was upon the moonlit ledge
guarding our secret night.
Could it sense the passion breeze
the kind that only Cupid leaves?
It was upon the moonlit ledge
holding our secret tight.
Could it hear the desperate pants
of our loving lover’s dance?
Yes, it was upon the moonlit ledge
guarding our secret all night.
Its so interesting that your poems seem so relatable and beautiful at the same time. I’ve really enjoyed the few that I have read…
That’s because we share one soul my dear woman. My breath is your breath. Your bemreath is mine
Poets are indeed closer to the Spirit. You said it 🙂
so intimate
a secret 🙂
Yes indeed
Really liked the imagery in this poem!
Thank you. It’s about a pint of juice I put on the ledge to keep cold haha
Mystery solved! My mind was pondering so many other possibilities, but not that!
Lol. I debated the picture because it shows snow. One never knows whT lurks in the minds of those who don’t want to be obvious