Loose Photographs

An unturned leaf of your love floated up into this unsuspecting palm of mine.
Oh, what it is to look at an old photograph,
Reverberating laughs stumbling and swooning through the depths of time.

A wrinkled shirt labourin' through a rough night,
Loose curls bathed in twilight unfurlin' in a soft touch,
The skewed angle of limbs wrapped in limbs with our heels suspended alight.

A living poem touched me from an old parchment in feverish verses,
Interwoven like soft breaths and after-eights,
Our shadows dance on white porcelain till the glittering maple sun passes.

A mellow light glazes your eyes like the gentle cooings of a dove.
Par chance, your sweet disposition escaped this herd of lost memories,
The map of which has been cast away in feeble flames of an untold love.