Very Short Poems

Old Church

Old church painting from Pinterest Lilly Jordan

I took my city dreams to bed.
After a night of passion,
we lie side by side
languid fingers
tracing the contours of my soul
I know what I seek
does not exist in that time warp.
Now, the phantom that you see
opening a portal
back to that old church steeple
is me.

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