Night, Never-Ending
Poetry, Lovers. Poetry-Lovers.
Sometimes, poems roll out of me, like a word-wave. Sometimes they even rhyme.
Souls, Intertwined
It was tears on her face, The salt in his kiss, The touch of the ocean, The lovers’ first wish. It was weather remembered, The hard sting of rain, The sound of the thunder, Lightning, striking again. A spell on her lashes, Witchcraft on her lips, Whisp’ring quietly, softly, Watching raindrops drip Deep, dark, and light, This passion they had, Throw away lock and key, Just the best kind of mad. It was souls intertwined, The night never-ending, The moon ever so bright, Their love, unrelenting.
First published here.
Love it 🥰
Love I. And especially love it when they write themselves