Write – The Poetry of J.J. Nugent

Sunset

The clouds blanket the sky

Field of cotton

Pink

As the sun sets

Behind a dark ridge

The spires of Christ

And the trees of England

Silhouetted

In the unearthly flame

Of a dying star

I am still at a loss for words as to how you’ve caused me such wonder

In such a little spell;

Maybe your feminine magic has been weaved so well,

That I fall into your arms and could indefinitely dwell;

Nestled in your wholesome bosom listening to the rhythm in your chest,

All day I could rest this way until the sun sets in the west, at our bodies behest.

Your chestnut curls adorn the bed and whorl the worries from my head;

There is a bond in fondness

And all I know is I am bloody fond of you.