Paramours

Paramours

A Poem by CoconutSprinkles08

It's funny.
Time was the illusion we fell for
As paramours with secretive dispositions
Eluding the truth our eyes conveyed. 
It's sad.
Castaway by open wounds
Only the other could mend
Without miles between our empty beds.
It's fanciful.
Collecting seashells 
In some gray room 
I've whisked myself away
And back to you.
It's needing.
Over the ocean 
The gods have cried,
Paramours
Linger by ocean sides.
It's illicit. 
Rendezvous in the deep dark dawn,
Paramours
Shaded blue
And separately drawn.

© 2013 CoconutSprinkles08


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Added on May 2, 2013
Last Updated on May 2, 2013
Tags: love, paramour, romance, secret, poetry, sad, heart broken, blue, ocean, time, wounds

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CoconutSprinkles08
CoconutSprinkles08

Small Town, NH



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