late night parade of crowded hopeless romantics

 

we stayed behind while
the others instantly
left us from a late night
parade of crowded
hopeless romantics

we’re charged with
nervous unending
apprehensions inside
us and we don’t know
what’s killing us but
these hours of
nearness and freedom

we can’t speak what
we want to say like
frozen lips in
alaskan winter

we start to flirt
with the midnight air
and no eyes record
our gorgeous kisses

 

2013

 

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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8 Responses to late night parade of crowded hopeless romantics

  1. Noora says:

    “we start to flirt
    with the midnight air
    and no eyes record
    our gorgeous kisses”
    .. perfection! Well done – as always.

  2. I really enjoyed reading this poem. I love the images that you create and I can totally relate to the message of hopeless romance. Well done!

  3. really liked this post

  4. This is absolutely rich and redolent! Thank you for looking at my post so I would have the opportunity to see your beautiful work.

  5. Kavita Joshi says:

    beautiful words my friend 🙂

  6. this is pretty much how i feel on a daily basis. amazing work, my friend!

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