An Afternoon's Affair Poem by Jason PraTT

Whereas the Sumner’s tales are finally ending
Whereas the birds that flock are fledged and flown
And the dryness of the leaves strew the path of fog
Within the falling of the pelting raindrops
Within the wings of the whispering winds
Once again we continue upon another lover’s journey
And gather the poems of our every thought
Not just the sweet, but the sour with bittersweet aftertaste
That we harvest from the gardens of our ecstasy;
Not just the ripe, but, the rotten parts as well;
Mixed with wine and woes about the repercussions
Tangled in the cufflinks and gowns and late night trips
Where the coffee shops find our every tab and frequent
In the secrecy, sensations, and sadness