We walked miles with blistered feet across the burlywood desert of opposition
and lay bare entwined under the
puce blanket of the firmament
we tasted the amaranth velvetiness of sunrise
and the frisson of passion tingled our spines against the moss covered slate walls
lazy cerulean days lounged and laughed with gay abandon
liquid sunshine afternoons basked and lingered in coffee cups
dusk dripped delicious dramatic hues
as we exchanged eternal love soaked vows to never part
of all the rainbow dyed love stories whispered in my ears
not one mentioned the fading tints of aftermath of love
wishes now wither within my bosom before they can bloom
sunsets are wishy washy and nights; insufferable monotones of black.
I have reworked an old poem for dVerse OLN. Sanaa, our host has shared a lovely poem “Sidewalk” by Shel Silverstein. The title of my poem is inspired by the line “Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow”.
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