Thinking Only of You
So I’m walking home from piano class,
Melodies flowing through my brain,
Fingers unconsciously seeking my rhythm.
When there before me the lovers stand…
Entwined as one.
I stand…
I cannot prevent the stare.
Others walk by…
Oblivious.
The rough, grey-brown bark, splitting, enfolds them,
As they strain against each other in their passion.
Has Daphne expunged the iron arrow from her breast…
Finally allowing Ajpollo access to her loveliness?
They are rooted to their spot
Yet their arms thrust skyward,
Lifting,
In their long awaited and joyous embrace.
I smell the earthiness that is your scent.
I leave the lovers to their passion
And walk on…
Thinking only of you.
There are few constants in life. I’d like to believe in these tumultuous days that
Love is indeed a constant.
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