Sunset of love

Nothing changed here from yesterday
As he gazed forlornly at the setting sun
Carpet of grass like velvet
Foliage turning crimson red
Catching the color of sunset
It was here that they had their first kiss
The fiery sunset paled
By the fire burning in their hearts
Her lips flaming red
Was it the passion
Or captured color of sunset
Rushing libido unleashed
He returned her every kiss
Little did he realize
Seduction was in her heart
Like the leaves of fall
One moment grandiose
Coloring the forest fiery red
And gone, blown away, dead
Passion subdued, her lips pale
Heart filled with apprehension he inquired
What’s wrong, anything he had done
Nothing my love, nothing is wrong
Sun has set, it’s time to go home
In a flash like the last rays of setting sun
With a swing of her hips, she was gone
With no promise to return
The kiss was for him to keep
Sunset of love
The hurt was deep indeed


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Five

Tongue, Sharper than Knife

Tongue, sharper than knife
Piercing the heart
Words, like an arrow
Released from the bow
Bullseye
Stinging, found its mark
Corkscrewing
Lodged in the center
Archer gone long ago
Hurt and pain
Dribbling slowly
Following tortuous path
Pulling it out
Impossible
Cause more hurt
Only one hand
Does not clap
Forgive
Bear the pain
Resolve
Share laughter and smile
Bury
The pain deep inside