Tonight was full of pale questions
Sparkler trails
An acoustic strum
We lay on the bonnet of your car
Like they did in the eighties
And spoke to God
The heat of the engine
The chill of the night
The warmth of the memories
You had left the tape deck playing
The Kronos Quartet were on fine form
Endless symphonic epiphanies
You looked like a Goddess
I looked like a tramp
A hand, a smile, a kiss
We held each other
And as eternity came
The stars took us over
why thank you mr pool. my wife is also tired and wingeing today but i made her some tea and she seems happier now. i have altered the ending a bit (me, editing!) and it ends up more grand in scale now. which i like.
Stu, I'm envious . Your freedom of expression is innate, and today I feel like a blundering penpusher in comparison. Such a personal sense in this one. I won't strip it down as I'm tired today and wingeing. It's nice that we both share the same universe.
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Laura Taylor
Wed 23rd Sep 2015 12:01
Just to say - EDITING?! Where will it all end?! In better poems, that's where ;)