Love Heirs

Source: 20th C Fox

Words slipped, carelessly leafing in the wind,
Falling hard, grazing a hand and a knee skinned,
It was a midday, midyear type of feeling,
Sweet air that is unromantically appealing,

Sipping bitter cider, musty airs losing speed,
Seeing through lashes, many words to read,
Sweaty palms soiling pages and marking progresses,
Breezes fluttering hearts, just as they flutter dresses,

The sun creeps through rafters, dust dancing ballet,
Much is felt, but words leave little to say,
Escape into metaphor and slip into allegory,
Not so much a retreat but a decisive foray,

Long sighs accompany afternoon highs,
Rich eyes crumple souls to their demise,
Adolescent dreams sour and dissolve,
Somewhere worms were involved,

Flesh and flowers, sourced from the same soils,
Genetically intwined, entwines and coils,
Piercing the decaying atmosphere, 
Sharp and cold, a pointed spear,

A deep voice clears the air, 
Like a long-forgotten ode or prayer,
Peacefulness fills the soul–
‘For whom the bell tolls.’

Opulence clinks the ice drowning in gin,
Reminding the youth of what had been,
Stretching arms like history’s twin,
Posterity watching, a scurrilous grin. 

Oh, what sweet sorrow
from past loves we borrow.
Two young hearts defy their genesis,
For a long-lasting, far-reaching kiss.

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