Spoken breath
She offered him a peach
he looked at the stars instead
The winking of a thousand suns
Wrote verse inside his head.
She lifted a burning ember
As tribute to the dead
Her searching smile
Of knowing thoughts
She claimed with nothing said.
(He folded gently
the written memory
of her penned lips,
that in silence,
said more
than spoken breath.)
Stephen Gospage
Thu 23rd Mar 2023 21:34
Brilliant poem, Tommy. Every line must be savoured.