I can see the couples of the thirties dancing to this song
the cards are left un-shuffled on the kitchen bench
her apron has been untied
and his papers rest against the chair
soft curled romance
under their half built and humble first home
I'm in love with the past
it's where I find you
YOU ARE READING
p o e t r y
PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
