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Wednesday, November 18, 2015

November-Casanova





How can I hurry
…the air is a-flurry
With moments soft-baring
November-blue eyes
I am unable
To savor with sable
Half-sighted attendance
Such empathetic sighs

How can I hasten
Thought-blinded and brazen
Where earth and heaven
Clash yet co-exist
Like knowing, yet learning
Like holding, yet yearning
Like loving, yet longing
For more than ‘half-kissed

How can I rush when
November-arms open
In raw, brusque breeze-beckoning
Unrehearsed romance
So, what of tomorrow?
Time enough for sorrow
Today I succumb
To November’s slow-dance

© Janet Martin

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