Eyes loving and longing
Piercing into my soul.
Birthing a new song to sing
Completes and makes whole.
A smile with my name inscribed
Dawns on a human face
A new love has arrived
And flesh again embodies grace.
Arms that would cling and hold
Until I am old and grey
Healing wounds and making bold
A spirit weary of the day.
Woman-love a new fountain
I have hidden from so long.
Yet she is made for this man
And I to her belong.
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These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.
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