Dawn-lit lovers tell of Indian summers,
the name and shape of which are lost
to caresses of cabaret visions,
the Auburn night that host
beach-born indecision,
the look that chains that sky unto the post
between grains of fleshed collusion–
she sings still in toast,
to the figure of our delusion.
The Waking Den 
Watching the progression of your writing has been a gift. You’ve really developed your art.
You honor me, with such words coming from a master.
great write here – your words have a soft and silkened tone – it has a smooth flow too – nicely done!
Glad you enjoyed, and thanks for swinging through!
hmmm…. this is a very tender write chris…
Comes from a tender place I suppose, so that’s good to hear…
Delusions can be grand, or some not so much. Especailly if you try to touch haha Another wonderful verse!
Too true!
wicked flow chris…some great rhyme through out…the look that chains the sky to the post…nice line there…hope you are well sir…
Liked that line best myself, so I’m glad it stuck out to you, Bri.
Your romantic romp is smooth as 50
year old bourbon, and we find ourselves
first seduced, then becoming voyeurs
just before we glimpse the truth about
lust, regardless of how poetic it seemed
at the time.
Never had such old and classy bourbon…so I’ll have to take your word on it my friend. I am glad the journey I wove touched you, though.
sweetly erotic and reminiscent of many of those tender summer days filled with love 🙂
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A touch of eroticism, a smooth flutter through memory mingled with the misfortune of disappointment…love always coincides in these memories, as sad as the end may be. Glad you enjoyed!
I love how you start this beautiful piece. Dawn-lit lovers……… A great romantic rhyme 🙂
It is verses like this that drive me to try my hand at it. Nice piece.
This is beautiful!
This was so beautiful. Thanks for sharing.