Quarante Anos #1 by Ramon Lombarte
Languishingly Loving
Sunday morning in a
cozy room, pensive thoughts
Sounds of a radio, playing
melancholy, music
Strains of sensual guitar
strings, and pounding
drumbeats, sadness
Soft voices echoing through
the seductive stillness of the room
Together in love with the
morning light, sorrowful
Golden shadows through
the curtain cracks
Thinking of loving and
relaxing, reflectively sad
Loving your loveliness,
smiling, warm body glow
Sad, but together,
joined in our weariness
Languishingly loving
Michael David Coffey
Copyright © 1998
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