*The following is a poem from "BLACK BOOK: Poems In a Contemporary Age" set to release January 2023*
Bygone
Visions of a Fading Memory (Passion)
Newfound
promise
Love on the
horizon
Waiting to be
seated
Black shoes,
black shirt modest
Black hair,
glistening in the white lights
Quiet,
listening to conversations around us
Olive pants,
gold bracelet
Visons of the
past and future surround us
Heart
beating, fingers tapping
Clean cream plates,
An Irish crème for me
Spilling
jokes and drinks is my specialty
Dinner and a
show, all for free?
Cracked
sidewalks, turtleshell river
Talking
traumas, recounting the night
With good
company, there are no bad topics
Blue
moonlight, leaning in, passion in our sights.
Lipstick
cannot express the ideas we shared
Blaring out
of our mouths
Bridgecrossers
above unaware
The unspoken
language of prospect
Two hearts,
broken from many revolutions
Still find
the moments,
Where the
future is not some pale conclusion
And love is
love again.
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