In a choral of silence
          there are notions –
          notions of Love
where the clouds give way
          to light
          founded in the breath
of your gaze …
          cadenced & sun-stroked
          by the poverty of time
where all stars
          congregate in the teal
          evergreen of your eyes,
it is here the Summer ends
          in the ageless eyes of my tears,
          its canopy of virility
crossing time’s shadows
          in a coverup of touch
          lending its light in a
fluorescence of Forever
          like the soft panorama
          of your skin upon my lips …

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© Thespian Drummer