Beginng to End
Before his Wingtips slid under the bed
Ending the day
George asked his wife for a kiss
Indicated with a wink it would be like the night they first met
Not overbearing like the slobbers of schoolboys, and
Not a cold gesture like the mortician’s handshake, but one that was
Grand, a gentle invitation that took
Time to recall being foolish
Opened the sky to let silver doves dance
Expressed a new freedom
Neon in color
Dedicated to ending just as they began
NOTE: This poem is an acrostic where the first letter of each line reads vertically to form other words.
The Light is a Kiss in this Room
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