A Writer’s Lament

you are the only temptation
that I would pray and live for,
fall for words soft as the shade
carrying a meaning that hides
chaotic dried remnants
of a summertime gone
plucked from the same branches
in the fall when I first met you
along a cement sidewalk
where waves crashed against
the brick wall and brushed it
with a gentle kiss

Photo by Valik Chernetskyi on Unsplash

Published: Medium & Modern Ink

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