we shall take the form of park benches, <br />embezzling beneath the cherry blossom <br />quenched in woodland sparks. <br />'in loving memory', <br />sleeps our mesmerizing love, <br />that we held sub rosa, <br />under the nose of the pertruding reeds <br />that read the most secret thoughts and parts. <br />as park benches, <br />we live on longer than jealous eternity <br />that burns and yearns in our oak soaked smoke, <br />we live on longer, <br />a gentle scent to the passerby.'<br /><br />eddie frelford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/park-benches/
