Senses of Grace
A night to remember
a night to forget
it’s up to the most simple-minded to decipher
a slight melody of jazz
the ocean’s smooth rhythm.
Whispers of an intense heartbeat as tensions flare
the thundering herd of two heads butting
crickets chirping like a Nextel
wind blowing down the door like new beauty.
Wet and damp cement after a torrential downpour
sniffles of seductive perfume
passionate red candles burning in the darkness
the murky aftermath of a fireplace
envious hands touching with bliss
mist hitting our faces as the storm still lingers.
the finest of red wine
the stars, the dim romantic light
all caused by the extravagant grace of the moonlit night sky
after the clouds scatter.
Written by Curiosity
2009 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Excerpt Page 46 of “The Flower That Wasn’t Meant to Blossom”
Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP