love – huntersjames

Sonnet to Old Love

Kissing me delirious, proof we are still young

No sense in resisting, you will be disavowed
Just toss in a word and follow it follow the crowd.

bloom and show their gift

Shaming grace to crawl those final bloody miles.

In honor of these memories I do not have, this imagined salute to ~…~ with a wink and a squeeze directed to our curious times.”

Painting curvy colors each our favorite

Surrendered to the mob, the choice they make is hate.