carried loveliness

captured in a few short glances
all the possible desires of an evening,
ready and waiting, lasting and longing,
revealed after a few minutes of hesitation,
inside the tiny window of sleep inebriation,
effort like a pile of rock on your shoulders,
don’t hesitate to let a little rhythm in,
like when the winged creatures fly at the same time,
or when the snow begins to fall,
vanity is worry and sympathy is fearlessness,
even when the road has shown you its end and
lonely little clouds up in the dark sky,
inch thier way across this evening,
neatly masking the moon so slightly,
ending each day near you is the best,
soft little kisses are a
song deep in the canyon of my heart

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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