A Lover's Symphony
I heard a crackling
fire, flashing
like shooting stars.
I heard a memory, exploding -
shooting stars bursting forth
in passion, beating through me
reminiscent, sparking thoughts
of you in ebony night.
Our love rekindled,
soft words soothed in whispers,
aside dancing flames –
popping, sizzling, snapping.
Dreams ablaze.
We, falling into wilderness,
embraced each touch, bare
brush of flushed skin,
kissing, smouldering trace of lips,
each pounding pulse of blood -
our limbs entangled,
our ebb and flow,
crunching leaves
under strokes of sound,
lost in a rush of fervent breath
as winds whistled, whirling
through evening trees.
I remember crickets chirping,
sounding off in breezy sway of grasses flow -
a love song birthed timeless in the thin haze
of a beautiful, summer night,
and I remember sounds
of a rippling lake nearby,
the hoot of a Great Horned Owl,
the faraway howl of a lone coyote,
and dreams flicker in ruffled sounds of love birds,
silent in song,
nestled above,
still creating music -
a gentle, rhythm
asleep on rustling bough.
We, enraptured, were fully aware
yet blissfully unaware of tender night
playing a lover’s symphony all around –
a romantic serenade for two.
On nights like this, I remember.
Written 3/12/17 for Noise Contest
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2017
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