What can it mean by Keith D Allison Today as I walked along the mountain trail basking in the breasts of February Sun caught in that reality somewhere before fantasy stance seeing that breath of late-summer in cowboy boots and jeans sitting on top of a high mountain in Machu Picchu playing a flute..... the melody was delightful whispering upon the ear telling the story that, Love is an art wrapping the bean of chocolate in the warmth of a dream with a wink and a smile, she faded away I raise my cane, to bid her goodby so as the wind rushed off the mountain peaks covered in snow I shook my head wondering what can it mean but if I was a poet I would tell you to paint your canvas well, for, love is an art 02/27/2008 Posted on 02/28/2008 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/28/08 at 03:55 AM "Love is an art" indeed. Nice. Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/06/08 at 02:42 PM Unusal metaphor "basking in the breasts of February Sun". Long walks in the mountains in February certainly create fantasy! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)