Mister Poet 333

waiting to be held

his arms

where others

see only the

ordinary

I saw you

as someone

extraordinary

fulfilling

golden hour can go forever

kindred souls motivated by dreams

no one can recall when the river began

or where it even flowed to

only that it's always held the Light

for us to see

finally home after a day spent at work

her waiting shoes

were ready for him

hold back the clocks from creeping forward

let this dark warmth simmer

I get the message before things start riniging

keeping sunrise

close to my chest

with her spine arched

in triumph

he was no match for her skills

when she jumped

under a cloud

dreaming

away

from the whirr

and pulse

of the casino

we find

ourselves here

feeling

opportunity like a gift

drifting mist

a shroud for wandering souls

able to know peace

passing through Monument Valley

this was the Butte of a few jokes…

love weighed in equal measure

we brought the upstairs downstairs

with a little morning watering

before the sun when streets still sleep

and our sighs are punctuated

well well well

we meet again

for another fine day

licking lips

from the chocolate torte

the gratitude on his tongue

slowing down the evening

with a slow feast

of kisses

pulls and puckers