every afternoon

there will never be ice on these windows
these memories are thermal and well prepared
like flower stems and leaves attracting the warm light of our love
resting lightly on the sills

there will never be dust or cobwebs
there is momentum in the moments we share
for our sails fill full
of the winds of time
among the zephyrs and wisps in the air

there is no staleness or captivity
beyond what’s enforced by mortality
in the lens of our lives
where along merged our paths
exists freely as we kissed softly and intently

every afternoon.

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

This reminds me of the porch swing...the one that sits at the far end...swinging in the breeze...the one waiting patiently and contently ....waiting for the afternoon kisses....

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, this is romantic...and nothing can stop our love except morality...and by the texture of this poem...maybe not even that.

i like the separation of the last line...gives it more impact.

j.