Revival

They want to know

 

Who was slinking into my place

 

They don't need to know

 

This is how we play...

 

In my red robe

 

We met

 

His gaze took me away

 

I walked slowly to him

 

We kept this secrecy  

 

And he slipped it off

 

My revival

 

His home

 

The touch

 

Skin

Gentle

 

Our hands

 

My fingers

 

Entwined

 

Never apart

 

Kisses soft

 

Under stars we are

 

Pressure

 

Pressure

 

No one has to know

 

No one should know

 

We whisper

 

Together

 

Don't let me go

 

 

 

Outside

 

They wait

 

Eyes

 

Cameras

 

Torches

 

Knives

 

Guns

 

 

Inside

 

We mesh

 

We mold

 

Forever

 

As one

Reviews

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Those outside seem like they want to kill one thing, excitement. Such passion, it seems like a sin was involved.

[Kathryn Smith]

Thanks! A sin may or may not have been involved. ;) haha Thanks for the review.

[Sikandar Khan]

Feel Good while Reading.............

[Tony Jordan]

At first I thought of Tina Turners 'Steamy Window's' with the red but it morphed into a fort made for two with the big bad world being kept at bay.
Reminded me of building a little fort in bunk beds by hanging a blanket over the gap between them and demanding the password.
Quite sweet and homely with all danger outside.
Nicely penned Kathryn
:)

[Kathryn Smith]

Thanks snowman. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful. Amazing flow of thoughts led to perfect ending. I liked how you made place for comfort for two in the mist of confusion. Thank you Kathryn for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Kathryn Smith]

Thanks my friend for the review. :) xx

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem and you are welcome dear friend.