Mister Spock's Poetry Corner: On a Soft Sunday Afternoon

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In case you missed the first installment of Mister Spock's Poetry Corner, I am reading to you from "A Lifetime of Love — Poems on the Passages of Life" by Leonard Nimoy, every so often, until I finish the book or get bored of googling Spock pictures. Enjoy.

On a Soft Sunday Afternoon

by Leonard Nimoy

 On a soft Sunday afternoon

We drifted into

The concert hall, small

The audience sparse

Hushed and waiting

Why? How did we come

To be here? I don't recall

Perhaps a tiny notice, a newspaper

A flier, a poster on a bookstore wall

The houselights dimmed

And thev arrived, two artists

Asian women, I recall

A cello and a violin, and they began

And we in tandem reached

And found each other's hand

And held and were loving

And something in the music

What did they play?

It touched our love and stroked it

And filled our hearts so full

That it spilled into our eyes

And in the dark we both reached

To touch away the wet of love

On each other's cheeks

And it was a soft, soft

Sunday

A soft Sunday afternoon