Penitent by Douglas Graham Wilson

POEM: Penitent

A POEM BY DOUGLAS GRAHAM WILSON

BY DOUGLAS GRAHAM WILSON

This dark evening with its slamming winds
And cold persistent rains
Splattering against misty windows
Forcing me to think of you again

Lush red wine within the glass
A thousand feelings rushing through
Conjuring up visions from the past
And those sweet moments I had spent with you

As fleeting as a cigarette that is sucked into my lungs
As clutching as that smoky smell
That I have come to know so well

And despite the omens of this storm
I extend my heart to you
With vulnerable sincerity
Believing that your love for me is true

And dare we trust what we can’t explain
When our passions fall out of place
How easily we acquiesce to the
Mere memory of a face

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