The Last Romance

By David K. T.



Sing song soft, caressing stolen lips

Intertwined, twisted, your thighs

melted.

As the night and the sounds faded from the forest

It repeats the bittersweet memory,

of what might have been,

a passion no greater the first backseat kiss



You searched in the crevices and hilltops of the gods.

Wildfires, your unlikely flourishes were barely a whim.

Dancing, forgetting, immersed in your trance

You forgot what made you a nymph of the mind.

Sightless, you surge, surviving your fleeting romances,

that were forever thrust,

upon the lower depths of my heart…..
About David K. T.
David K. T. currently resides in New York City and is a Poet as well as an
Electronic Producer/Composer. He also teaches Mixed Martial Arts and
Submission Grappling. David is originally from Honolulu, Hawaii...but loves
NYC and all it has to offer. David is a devotee of Surrealist Sex...and considers
Writing,Thinking,Music, Martial Arts as all part of the Artistic Universe we call "life"...
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