Dark Horse

The amorous handsome devil seems that's in spying at dusk.
Spring tide in the lake and he is very anxious to catch fish
But he isn't a regular fisherman.
A mistrust mistress too prefers the dusk and carousers don't like moonlight.
A prank but nobody cannot blame.
It's not a prearrangement but an accident.
When opportunity strikes who oppose the option?
In the darkness you cannot see the heart and tattle is not so important.
A taster needs a small sample?

To my poet friend Denis.Joe

by nimal dunuhinga

Comments (1)

A poem written in the dark landscapes of the mind. Mysterious and provocative, a very eloquent offering. Write on, Nimal. Sandra