Bygone Days – Raven (JG Farmer)

Form: Ivorian Sonnet 38

I want to be the one holding your hand
While strolling along the summer night strand
Just like they did then in those bygone days
When a reserved kiss was saying goodnight
And eyes would speak as they went their own ways
Was it just a kiss he left on her lips?
And is lust and sex a new invention
Those practiced hands unfastening the clips
I sure love had more than we dare mention
Untightening the fabric and whalebone stays
Revealing her skin as he held her hips
But was such pleasure then a contraband
If honourable was his intention
Then love would never deny such delight

©JG Farmer 2020

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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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