Poem – “Lost in your Cradle” – Romanticism – 3/2/2021

Hold your hours
Close to sunrise,
The warmth washes gently
On a splendid tomorrow.
Deep red to curtains,
Flowers grown in your hair,
Time forgot us
On the road to being unaware.

Smoothness
To cheeks,
Teardrops
To eyes.
Let fall your garments,
One by one,
With the decay of seconds
To the unguarded earth.

A kiss,
And then we break
Into the final surge.
A plunge,
And undress ourselves
Of scars,
Of useless stains,
Of life,
Of teeming pains.

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