November 23, 2016Poem
What of her breath
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What of her breath
The beat of her heart
So aligned to mine
The bloom in her lips
The rose bud
Mouth.
Flowers she loves
Who will tend them,
Show them love.
Where will she go
Where will she be
In my heart
My soul
What good is that
It is too slight
A chance
A weak deceit
Hapless romance.
A pretence to hold
Her with me.
What of her voice,
Smile
The touch of her hand
The whispered kiss
Upon my neck
The warmth of her skin
Where will it be.
Oh…where will it be.