spectacle

 

dark is illuminated
by yellow flames
sparkling from the
woods on the ground

the sound of thunders
rolling into our ears
like spinning wheels of
roaring carnivals

we feel the breath
one foot between us
while our hands are
like married lovebirds

concluding the night
our flesh tremble
one foot turns to meters
parting is difficult

 

2012

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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2 Responses to spectacle

  1. julienmatei says:

    Love this:
    while our hands are
    like married lovebirds

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