Before Regret was Summoned

Poetry 1 Minute

We had committed the ultimate sin,
That friends could commit to:
With fingers and limbs entwined,
A shared breath births rhapsody,
Our high is an untold oblivion,
Where thoughts go to die,
And regret, not yet summoned,
Is like a distant horizon,
While the sea between is the sigh,
Of blissful contentment and lust,
And the cold reproach of the moon,
Is just a mirror from the future.

Ah, the things left unsaid,
In a last kiss.

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3 thoughts on “Before Regret was Summoned”

    1. Thank you so much! After so much wonderful feedback from the other day, I thought I’d just go with something short and sweet. My mind often lingers to moments lost to time, to things best left unsaid, so here’s what it led me to.

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