Another time, another place.

(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-three.)

Another time, another place.

We found each other in the darkest bars, and we slowed dance and kissed.

I adored you and you needed me. We knew we were Spring and Winter.

Never to touch in the daylight.

I told you often. Another time, another place.

I would steal you away from this ugly world we live in.

I would make you smile and keep you content.

Now all we have is midnight kisses, cheap motels and fake dreams.

We knew. Love turned cold, love turned into a prison.

She asked me. Can we escape and know happiness?

I kissed her once and I kissed her twice.

I told her. Maybe we can in a sweet dream, maybe in another lifetime.

In another time, in another place. I would steal you away and

teach you love can win.

John

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Well, some loves can flourish in the daylight, while others, though just as intense, must stay concealed. Some can cope with this arrangement, others must let it go.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. Thank you for reading and the comment. I appreciate.

[Desert Knave]

I like this. Many a "midnight kisser" in my life, but most were definitely not part of my season. ~Jim

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jim for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.