A forbidden weekend tryst
promises kept, dreams coming true
then hands clutched tightly
back to the airport
your flight is called
you vow to return
I'll have my memories
she'll still have you.
THE 'STALK REALITY' OF THE SITUATION DOES 'HIT' AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER DOESN'T IT? PROBABLY NOT AT THE AIRPORT...BUT...ON THE DRIVE BACK HOME...ALONE. EXCELLENT WORK...THE IMAGERY IN THIS WORK IS POWERFUL IN THIS SHORT, BITTERSWEET WORK. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
trysts, the culmination of planning for amoral deeds -- and remorse is more often than not, the only winner -- as all of the joy to be had was in the anticipation -- well written Marcia Miller -- peace and love be with my friend -- Jon Michael
Can't remember my last forbidden weekend, although it was in New Zealand and she was driving a burgundy Jaguar, and yes, a red head, and no...I can't see to be able to remember, although...(LOL)
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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blessings,
carolyn
Georg
A very sad commentary about the "other woman or man". Very well written.
Mary