Promenade

still enamored by a dream
a silly, softened, stitchless seam
a carbonated, senseless laugh
an embarrassingly shameless gaffe
the one dynamic sits unpaid
the one fear leaves me unafraid
the single most endearing act
and priceless crime must you attract
a signal-laden field of mines
a fork with fused and broken tines
a walk down new and foreign lanes
or through solemn, bleak champaigns
decisions made, though left unclear
still run the ship straight through the pier
but dreamers dream a softer flight
when they flee, giggling in the night
down streets that brilliantly shine
so luminous and so devine
and so the portion gently laid
my point, I daresay, has been made

       

         

Copyright L.M. 2008.  (written March 3rd, 2008.).

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how must it be?
yielded to the raw
yielded to the deep
bowing slender in her frame
from misty claims of soulful keep
to fending fading lover’s leap

hassled adoration?
surely no one caves
surely no one dives
bending slender in my frame
not as so where she arrives
dares hopeful path she contrives

a time should be free?
it’s allowed to be raw
it’s allowed to be deep
blending slender in our frames
my misty hopes of soulful keep
tumble toward her horseshoed heap

     

      

Copyright L.M. 2007.