Dot Dot Dot

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You are not an afterthought.
You are an undercurrent that flows
through my conscious musings,
the only cloud in the sky of my mind
that holds hopeful rain.
You are a spark that ignites
the fireflies in this dim lighted
café, safe in the warm embrace
of your flushed, flickering smile.
My ears prick at the sound
of your voice, a pleasant noise
that soon drowns out the cacophony
around me.
I see your face, framed
by the rays of sun running
through the spots of leafy green
forest shade.
Your fae form is soft, floating
along bubbling streams.
I’m in need of you,
as fire needs fuel to feed flames.
Dusk is lightly painted by your fancy,
a humble servant on bended knee
to knowing whimsy.
We whisper against crisp air,
recalling memories made
in innocence and naivety,
giving them better names
to hide from posterity.
There is no room for derision
from unwanted opposition
in this moment we claim in the name
of weekend pillow-talks
and wonderfully mundane conversation.
We take a train to seek out life’s landscape,
all hopes resting on the fact that the journey
taken is ours for as long as we’re travelling.
I’m blathering – you anchor me

and that’s all that needs knowing.
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Funny how a critical analysis of rap music has gotten me to re-track my poetical footsteps to get some bearings on what makes good poetry.

Hope you enjoy this "love"-free poem!

Cheers!

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