I wanted to see if I could I write one love poem per week, and looking bacc, when I last wrote a poem, it was two weeks ago on Dec. 19th 2023. Now we’re in the twenty-2-4, now maybe I can be more consistent 🤷
No. 2:
NO ONE KNOWS
The music plays slowly behind the realm
No one knows the moment, no one can tell
Inside a moonlit hotel room
No one knows the cologne, no one can tell the perfume
Ebony face cheeks, touching Ebony face cheeks
No one knows the days, no one knows the week
Dancing slow until we can dance no more
No one knows the dance, no one can tell the clothes we wore
Two warm Bodies exhausted from lust
No one’s knows the moment, no one can tell the time we bust
©2024 Donald “C-Note” Hooker. All rights reserved
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