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Soft-Lit Love

Sparks fly
with a wink
twinkling
on the porch
where
two mouths
kiss
in slow motion
drifting
on whispers
of sweet, angelic
stars
that slip through
this night
and sift into dreams
so suddenly,
and we are
falling
into
love


Copyright ©2005

by Adryan Barnathan

Comments (4)

A lovely poem that only a woman could do, and you did it well Warm regards AJS
Adrienne, I appreciate you posting this when you did. My last poem(the German one) is a tribute to my first love, on her birthday. I do not know if I am the only one. But I will Never, ever, forget her. And my first love. H
I love it. Except for the words 'this evening'. Just a thought. (this night, the evening, ...) It is probably just me. But then again... H
Ooooh Adrienne! There is nothing quite like the electricity one feels from the first kisses which herald the dawn of a new love. Excellent poem. Kenneth