Tagged: poem 2

On my feet I feel the care taken for us, Keen honed and aching up my legs. Everywhere I look I can see the effort expended. All those streams of finance guided to just...

Waiting As if you would Come ’round for a chat I know that you could But don’t expect it at that So sit here I will To think of the weather The movement of...

Darling, keep poise – they are absent control. You, with your taut curves and sleek, liquid length of glinting darkness – let them stare. I, with these fine-arced malars and narrow eyes, strolling aside...

Something new always feels familiar Set that table cloth down over The edges you feasted by Sunlight manages to get shot Of dripping honey Get distracted by the sweet And I’ll get away with...

Love are these crushed blossoms that I hiked up and down the Montmartre steps to bring to you just because I knew you’d like them And I dream that you will clasp them in...