PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I stand in the winter of your touch

though drably cloaked

a frost bitten monk

eying the lateness of the day

as lamp lit lovers stroll their love out

at dusk

glancing occasionally my wondering way

lessening my floundering woe

somewhat laughing in delight am I

at the unpretentious joy they wonderously

seem to bestow

upon my eyes

as well as

the wounds of the world

all the planet loves a lover

and the idea of happiness unspoiled

by the pollutents of media and every day mediocrity

in all their decadence and grandiose fervor

tells one's imagination delicious tales all their

own

while even the lovers of lovers

as well

state their case

most perfectly

when they say next to nothing

and rather just choose instead to stare

romanticly transfixed to the point

of feeling emotionally starved themselves

as their eyes glaze over in private envy

over these same couples locked in a passionate,

ecstatic kiss or embrace

seemlessly unaware of the audience they

have inspired

in their immodest state of delerious union

that is the core beauty of such moments

indeed

and as such witness to such phenonenon

is yet another page of life

needing to be shared.............

(written Oct 16,2005 1245pm)