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Adagio At Twilight
(A collaboration: Vee & Souladareatease)
Sweet remembrance of walks on cobbleston'd avenues
glistening with April showers in the month of May.
We ran for shelter to the ice cream stand to share a cone
cream dripped between intertwined fingers, captured
stolen kisses born in innocence of laughter frayed by youth.
You gently pushed the hair from my face, catching
teardrops from silver strands with thole'd hands
whispering softly, “I’ve never seen anyone sparkle
my imagination the way you smile when you look at
my imperfections through storms and rains;
the way moonlight reflects on still waters,
shifting with the winds of the day.”
Deep ember burn, torched by streetlight embrace
we swept through alleyways, skipping puddles
bands fell by brim framing the eyes
shadows hold no secret, when lit by your smile.
There upon ire we played through the drips, soft elegance
wit on your lip; salacious she says at the coffee shop stoop
while we bartered for dark, avoiding the rain.
Keep close and hold on tight tonight
for I have no patience, like the sweeping tide.
Written for : Refrain of the rain comp.
Sweet remembrance of walks on cobbleston'd avenues
glistening with April showers in the month of May.
We ran for shelter to the ice cream stand to share a cone
cream dripped between intertwined fingers, captured
stolen kisses born in innocence of laughter frayed by youth.
You gently pushed the hair from my face, catching
teardrops from silver strands with thole'd hands
whispering softly, “I’ve never seen anyone sparkle
my imagination the way you smile when you look at
my imperfections through storms and rains;
the way moonlight reflects on still waters,
shifting with the winds of the day.”
Deep ember burn, torched by streetlight embrace
we swept through alleyways, skipping puddles
bands fell by brim framing the eyes
shadows hold no secret, when lit by your smile.
There upon ire we played through the drips, soft elegance
wit on your lip; salacious she says at the coffee shop stoop
while we bartered for dark, avoiding the rain.
Keep close and hold on tight tonight
for I have no patience, like the sweeping tide.
Written for : Refrain of the rain comp.
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