Thursday, 6 July 2017

The crickets chirped on


The crickets still chirped on
Dusk drew curtain of the day
I touched your warm fingers                          
You grunted satisfaction

 The moon now showed her face
Grinning at us cuddled there
Making your eyes shine bright
Our bare limbs now interlaced

 Hearts now beating in accord
I recall this from years ago
As a night bird flew overhead
A new world we now explored

 But this was not a fling
Our lifetime voyage sailed
And crickets chirping now
Just makes me want to sing 

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11 comments:

  1. Anonymous6 July 2017 at 17:37

    I just love this, for some reason:

    "touched your warm fingers
    You grunted satisfaction"

    :)

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  2. tonispencer6 July 2017 at 18:14

    Oh the last stanza so speaks of a happy relationship...makes you want to sing. Me too.

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky6 July 2017 at 18:29

    I love how the song of the crickets takes you back in memory to those moonlit nights.

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  4. brudberg6 July 2017 at 21:20

    Love when a fling comes together in something lasting.

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  5. Tarang Sinha6 July 2017 at 22:22

    'Lifetime voyage sailed...'
    This one is nice. Lovely composition!

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  6. Kim M. Russell7 July 2017 at 00:01

    I wish we had crickets here...

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  7. Debi Swim7 July 2017 at 04:45

    Love, love, love the last stanza

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  8. Kerry O'Connor7 July 2017 at 04:51

    How lovely that the sounds of summer tap into precious memory.

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  9. Sreeja7 July 2017 at 10:33

    ardent....lovely poem!

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  10. Brendan8 July 2017 at 02:56

    I love how the moment become a lifetime motif.

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  11. Susie Clevenger8 July 2017 at 08:27

    Great love story

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