Thursday Poets Rally Week 46!
Entropic the heartbeat conveyed a little less.
The eyes closed in a haze.
Advancement towards the future seemed crashing,
hallucinating light of knowledge dwindling.
With the playing liquid in hand,
the voice hummed a tone.
Pulling her hands;
he laid themselves in moonlight.
Twisting her hairs around his fingers,
he softly placed kiss on her cheeks.
She nudged him a little,
shoved him aside.
But couldn't keep her love from him.
Removing the glass from his hand,
wiping away his tears,
she embraced him in her clasp.
And the night was a pleasure.
The beats fell right in place,
eyes closed with dreams innate.
The future seemed full of bliss,
so delighted he was as she gleaned him.
rally praises poets dream
acceptance in pride
I nominate Lonely recluse :