No luck, no love (a poem)

No luck, no love
Downhill we went, in silence. Well, giggles uttered.
Uphill, steep, we breathe, heavily a breath we shared.
We hear the river runs, we feel the fingers on the scalp, we revel in the phantom touch of the lips to the nape and the heat to the skin.
His hand in mine, black and white, we are a Tim Burton’s movie. Green hue, gray fog. It’s a film, a fantasy.
Twigs snap under the crunch of our feet. 3 Kangaroos, 2 suspecting possums, 1 bird.
I am intimate with a man I do not love.
Neither does he, no.
But the smoke makes us believe. Yes. The blues, the loneliness, the high.
Make us believe that we have forever the night. Not forever our lives, but forever tonight.
I learn today that forever is a weakness, belief is a pretence, and love is strong.
By Hannah

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Hannah has unleashed her inner port again

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Don’t entirely understand what you mean but thank you 😅