AT BRIDGES ENDA Poem by Betty Hermeleemeeting in the darkAT Bridges End
'Tis a viscous fog this eve we are to meet a countdown moment after a long stint apart at Bridges end over a dark river the sky the only light save for a flickering lamp sun drowsy fades purple and orange damp with a paltry chill
I glance at my watch shadows are upon me a bit of trepidation one orange lamp still winks through the vapor he will reach me before long at bridges end I am confident Through the mist I perceive an obscured figure I sense my heartbeat accelerate he passes by the old lighthouse I discern his vestige first next, launch on a tricky footing sure as ever his cloudy figure we struggle to see through the blur
We
meet at in the fullness of time his wool coat on my face private cologne, grubby beard though we cannot gaze our eyes we
savor our lips that taste like honey our noses adjoin and our tongues tantalize I feel warmth between my thighs we remain interlaced at bridges end until our legs feel numb we shall proceed to my flat where our denuded bodies entwine until daybreak
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15 Reviews Added on February 22, 2023 Last Updated on February 22, 2023 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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