The Pursuit
"Ere the full moon I must be home,"
she cautioned me in pleading tones.
"My father, he will be waiting."
My youthful desires frustrating
for an evening with her alone.
Afternoon kiss...her blue eyes shone...
Our love, her father to condone,
so back home I am her taking
ere the full moon.
Good intent, but with two tires blown...
"He'll understand." She: "You don't know!"
"Not a far walk"...her head's shaking.
Eyes like honey, deep sounds making.
Sunset...we run for life and home
ere the full moon.
Daniel Beus
October 7, 2012
for: The Ultimate Halloween Contest Free Poetry Contest
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