Milky White Nostalgia

Romantic Poetry

 

Milky White Nostalgia

Strolling about the balustrade,

The sky once azure,

 Is now a lonely crimson

Of ripened desire,

Like an interim betwixt

The dapper clicks,

Of the heels of your shoes,

The amorousness of pathos .

You remember…

When you were,

A child,

While taking a deep inhalation

Oftranquil feelings,

That makesomber days

Seem rustic,

Your lover there

Next to you,

Standing…

Amidst sweet,sweet lies.

Sitting down on a

Ceremonious chair

Of wicker, you grin,

Nestling your cup of joe,

Or your ale…

While trickling tepid emotions

Sparkle within…

A subtle sensation

Comes over you.

And then you wonder,

Is this happiness?

When the sun

Sets, a dusk-laden,

Mosaic of glowing pink,

Shadows begin to spin

About the jacaranda; sweltering

Desert windschill you,

The sweat upon your brow

Is an icy glossof cold,

Milky white nostalgia...

They’re calling your name,

There’s an answer

Somewhere…

Why not tonight,

You wonder to yourself.

Two lovers hold hands,

Kissing as the sun

Drowns belowthe horizon.

Is this happiness?

Maybe… for some of us…

Darkness emancipates

Your surroundings,

A moonlit sheen of

Sullen,

Hues of vigorous gray…

Alive within you,

You take a sip

Of your mocha,

Or your lager,

Or whatever…

While you ponder

Those flirtatious clicks

Of your heels,

On the portico…

While chillsrun up

Anddown your spine.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Solis-Lopez]

oh my god i absolutely love your vocabulary! that was very tranquil in and of itself. ^-^ keep it up, i thought it was wonderful!