Even After The Glitter Fades

See how the green vine it grows. Evening dew, moving so slow I can't begin to keep the pace. Open petals close, to rest against the open slopes. I feel oppressed, as I undress in Florida's, moist warm humid heat. This is where I turn to you, as tears run down my cheeks. Feel me shiver, hold me up, against the dry green leaves. And if your longing is for lost words, I feel each beat of your heart. Deep within as it beats, I feel a rising tide in my chest. Don't question me at length, to ask me why it slowly does and just is. After the glitter fades, like the sun, I briefly shone! Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017