SUMMER LOVERS
The golden fields lie quiet
As an old Sunday morning,
Hot and languorous as tired Lovers
Lying in that silky light,
One half dazed with heat,
One envying the fitful shadows
Playing on the beloved face,
Bodies so closely entwined,
Even the delicate purse flower
Cannot find space between them,
To grow.
Until the violet haze of their petals
Quivering in the small movements beside them,
Fade away to nothing.
©2020 Gwen Grant.
Poems by Gwen Grant 
Wonderful and so evocative!
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Thank you. So many of the lovely pictures you put up allow day dreaming and sheer joy at their existence.
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Your poem is exquisitely beautiful and sensual, Gwen! I love the contrast between the warm beginning and the intense ending.
”Until the violet haze of their petals Quivering in the small movements beside them, Fade away to nothing.”
These verses remind me of a powerful summer storm – abrupt, yet fascinating!✨🍃😌
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