A HUNDRED POEMS – 060

what longing within
your eyes
a tender sweet belief
I see
a gaze across what is
and what
could always be
and lips apart
expectation-kiss
a slow hand moves
across a breast
a touch of your heart
that which you always give
that brilliant love
which is, but how can it be
in this shadow-world today

dear angel soul-woman
what desires you have
focus upon this man
I am just
a human animal
and not worthy     of more
a man that just grazes
in the fields of madness
learned for sure but so
and surely not enough
to even hold

your tender hand

:: 04-24-2014 ::

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