Love Poetry: Nightfall

by Charlotte Cohen
(London, United Kingdom)

'Nightfall;
Tis' the breaking,
Of a long held whisper,
To oneself;
Wrought in prayer,
Or sung in song.
At eye, these walls do glisten,
Yet condemnation speaks,
From the only ears that listen.
And, here we unearth,
That deepest held,
With a common, distorted vision.
Reminiscing of our fondling,
And the touch of lips wandering,
Winter embraces that see Summer,
Yet, love is like a bull-ring.
Your scent lingers on my dress,
Holding you is perfection in my arms.
The sweet dimensions of our caressing,
Like poetry within psalms.
Verily, I felt, your seraphic airs',
As you held me, that first time.
And yet, amidst shelves of books,
We had something so sublime.
As my palm, hides in yours,
Veiled in our disguise,
Our affection here,
Leaves me, so anaesthetised.
The fear of loss, of that we have,
At which my heart holds close;
For, the parting of hands,
Just takes one,
And their unity, takes both.'


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