the capturing
of a moment in time
this little realm of photograph
and the day can be as clear
as mud we walked through
to get here
and all of our devotion
to the place we have been heading
is not as remember-able
as the journey
and the few times that we
stop to catch our breath
the whole area
seemed to bloom up around us
and who could’ve guessed
that each time we kissed
I saw a deeper part
of your heart
and the moon was full
and our voices were quiet
as if we were sneaking up on
the connection between us
and I have known you twenty years
but we met again
right here


About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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