Intimacy

The home, the hearth,

a warm inviting bath.

A glass of wine and

candle-lit atmosphere to go

with the soothing serenade

being played an earful

away. These are memories

worth remembering. And thus

the reality drains away

like that sinkhole always

staring back to you,

that window to a

world far removed from

that dreamy substance you

promote and provoke that

provides an amusing sideshow

to those peering up

from that very sinkhole.

 

© 2017 L. Tafa

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Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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