And then there came…

And then there came The remembrance of her gaze, And how it once blossomed into A panoply of flames Enveloping strands of night That had begun to Creep and settle As fine dust Along the estuary Where our desires Took rest in the other’s arms But dared not dream, Lest they give rise to Fallen motifs and familiar whispers And faded letters penned During Falstaffian winters When your affection Diligently counted the ashes That was once my heart And scattered th

She balked…

Photo: “Lovers Beneath a Streetlight, Paris” Brassaï (Gyula Halász) #art #Artwork #photography #Prose #Artist