Wicker Bench Lovers
Simple, singular, shards of silver moonlight,
Fell magically over our shadowy bodies,out of sight.
Twas on that vibrant, virginal, bench, oh love,
My being so young, heard the angelic sound of turtle doves.
Oh, heavens, that with musical madness seem to fall.
On two sweet young lovers, who gave that very first kiss, their all.
May 20, 2020
7pm PST
Poem# 1284
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