Turquoise Fading Into Blue Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Turquoise Fading Into Blue



Turquoise Fading Into Blue
Written by: Wilfred Mellers July 27,2015


Tender the nights I remember so warm with splendor
Time went on forever, however, moments brief in transient
Laying in comforting arms existing between time as clocks stood still
Arms like blankets feasting on a banquet escapades fulfilled wildly

Hoping, praying the dawn would never come beseeching
Hearts desires thoughts burn the bonfires as cravings transpire
Nights of joyous pleasures envoy to enjoy treasures found
Moments fleeting infrequently sleeping I spend in aw of your magnificence

Pining away at Club Hideaway is my getaway from reality
Double blank the dice rolls for actuality wasn't so nice after all
Lost in the beginning for the world stopped spinning when you're not near
Reminiscing days melancholy to remiss your kiss of ecstasy

Days of splendor the contender remembers affectionately
Soothing warmth spooning as night drifts into the morning
Tightly wrapped in sheets so sweet sense chills down my spine
Turquoise fading into blue so does pink to mahogany true

Breath on my cheek as sweat falls oblique its gesture
Incense vanilla accents the tension sarsaparilla fragrance divine
Sensations exacerbated by time spent exiled on beaches foreign
What I would do to have it all back again my soul cleansed

Hindsight so clear when you were near and once cared
Jeopardize paradise was an unwise enterprise
Never as nice for nothing suffice or as concise
The jilted yearns to wait on turns to offerings burnt

A stature to behold to have and yet never to hold
To swim in fiery springs the joy it would bring would be unimaginable
Bodies entwined this delicious meal on mine so fine my cherry wine
For anecdotes I now keep won't let me sleep once more

Monday, July 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Akhtar Jawad 27 July 2015

Days of splendor the contender remembers affectionately Soothing warmth spooning as night drifts into the morning Tightly wrapped in sheets so sweet sense chills down my spine Turquoise fading into blue so does pink to mahogany true Beautiful.

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Wilfred Mellers

Wilfred Mellers

Kinston, Jamaica, West Indies
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