National Poetry Month Post 2

[ellenhopkins]

One stunning June evening

the sky beaded gold like Versace

we lingered beneath the glitter

and opened ourselves to madness.

You were lonely, without the one who’d left you.

I was empty, despite the one who had stayed.

We were only going to talk, confess secrets,

buoy the weight from our hearts, but a splash

of  honeysuckle breeze

Comments

[vanessa_emo_1]

I love this poem. thank you