Levity, Brevity and Gravity
the smooth oscillation of leaves
in the warm, gentle breeze
recalled the ethereal sensation
of your diaphanous touch,
the finesse of your fingers,
gliding over my skin like silk.
those achingly fleeting moments
of peak experience, the sweet
timelessness of tender intimacy
we cherished before the fading
light extinguished our hopes.
death has no respect for love.
how soon we witnessed the
cruel change that came to haunt
your beauty and steal your life
so rapidly that it denied us
the chance to say goodbye.
Paul Waring
Wed 15th Feb 2017 22:59
Hi Frances, I've just noticed your comment about this piece so please accept my apologies for the late reply.
I was so pleased to read your praise, I am very grateful to you.....and I will bear in mind your constructive suggestions.
Many thanks for being so thoughtful Frances.
Paul