Afternoon Amore
The clock strikes two,
slipping out the back door
of the house I don't feel welcome in.
Stopping at the market
to grab the freshest grapes
and the promiscuous red wine.
Leaving my life behind,
to escape the loneliness
I find myself living in.
I long to be held
in caring, strong arms
that never want to let go.
Amongst the dark forest
away from the town,
awaits our secret hide away.
Same time every week,
meet me under the trees,
where you will always be. . .
my afternoon amore.
-Taylor Cummings
