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14. fireworks
by Peter Humphreysafter making
love
we slip
out
on to the
terrace
the sky
is
glooming bright
your breasts
cool
my face
burning
our hearts
aglow
time running
out
across the
Tiber
fireworks
one by one
shoot
canonades
of green
red and
white
into the
Roman sky
is this
how this
story ends?
is this
how our
story ends? 06/18/2006 Posted on 06/18/2006
Copyright © 2026 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 06/20/06 at 09:12 PM questions that plague lovers are universal.. a beautiful piece |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/24/06 at 02:57 PM Et tu brut Well done Peter, taking us back to Roman times, reminding me of a line from the movie Patton, which supposedly came from a Roman servant: "All glory is fleeting." |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 06/25/06 at 07:44 PM Ahhh... the picture this brings us...
Beautifully written. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 06/28/06 at 05:35 PM Great images, great poem. I agree with everyone. This sounds like how it begins. Wonderful job! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 06/29/06 at 01:21 PM yes! |
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