In the fog of liquor
Desire grows
And the heart beats quicker.
‘Tis bliss
To kiss
But the wise one knows
That those
Soft lips
At which he sips
Are as fleeting as the rose
Which in summer grows.
So we let go
In lust
While the dust
Under the bed
Is dead
Skin, and the summer rose
Grows brown
And each petal
Does settle
On the ground
And becomes as one
With flowers long since gone.
K Morris - Poet 
I love the imagery here so much Kevin. It conveys so much. Lovely poem
Thank you, Lorraine. Enjoy your Friday and have a lovely weekend. All the best – Kevin
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Thank you for sharing my work. I very much appreciate you doing so. Best wishes – Kevin
I want to share this, but can’t find a button to allow me! A wonderful poem.
Many thanks for complimenting me on my poem. I very much appreciate you wishing to share my work. I can see sharing buttons (Twitter, Facebook, Linkedin, and the option to re-blog). Are these buttons not visible to you? Thanks again – Kevin
A fabulous poem, Kevin.
Thanks, Robbie!