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

by Donald “C-Note” Hooker

©2024 Donald “C-Note” Hooker. All rights reserved

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