Silhouettes Poem by Brian Kilpatrick

Silhouettes

Rating: 4.8


We have a glass of wine
At a restaurant In the shade
The music is fine
The sun begins to fade
Dinner unwinds
Silhouettes take their place
Your hand finds mine
The evening is in its place
I use the same old line
We dance with the silhouettes in space
And we hope the sun never finds the time

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