Sweet release, the midnight hour, clandestine thoughts, you will devour. Take what you can, remember the past, passionate delight, on her divan.
Those bloodless lips, engulf your own. Beauty close at hand, can sink tall ships, so pillow talk, whispers in the dark.
A beauty like no other, vicious as a starved hawk.
Heavy boots, middle of the night, Your hiding place they shine a light. Sent to a camp, wither and die, These are really very bad guys.
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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Love ya!
Jane
There must have been a rip in the fabric of time in 1984.
It was the most pivotal year of my life, much like yours.
Your poem captures it well.