delayed due to rain
we thought we’d stay awhile
and savor the moment
but then the rains came
I grabbed your hand
and we fled as fast as our
legs could possibly go
once under the bridge
we calmed our breathing
holding each other for dear life
dreaming on a bed of rock
your beating heart
kept perfect time with mine
july two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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Lovely!
Elated you think so – thank you, Parmis
There is something that feels like Paris in this poem… maybe the bridge (or the romance)
Yes, I can certainly see that…also reminded me of the Red Hot Chili Peppers song.