Saturday, February 5, 2011

Stolen kisses

What then is this warmth which lingers?
For it sits on my lip, trembling like a lost summer’s day
Is this how the night feels when it pales with the morning’s light?
For I am trapped in the twilight of your advance’s retreat
knowing never that temptation could taste
- So sweet

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2011

1 comment:

Nicole Nicolela said...

A summer's day lost hurts, it takes too long and disappear too fast..