Back In The Day

After I declare myself receptive
to the flow of love, midnight deceptive
perambulations through the wilderness
bordering royal forest hiddenness

flashbacks rise from these purlieus vacated
when passion just ran out of gas, sated
and abandoned until dark when rusted
signposts indicate what’s buried, crusted

sunlight breaks free of the horizon, pours
over memories, now dust. I open doors
and sweet anticipation riffles through
the night spent cleaning leaves a nifty view

Inspired by Nifty, Purlieu, Gas and Flashback.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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