Denim blue jeans of love
There is a cry in me
As I feel
Your soft hand on the knee
White cotton shirt of love
There is the day in me
As I prepare
To link arms and stroll
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Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Denim blue jeans of love
There is a cry in me
As I feel
Your soft hand on the knee
White cotton shirt of love
There is the day in me
As I prepare
To link arms and stroll
Available from Amazon |
Saturday morning
Aeroplane
Excitement
Outpourings
Of welled-up love
Stay close now
Now stay closer
Sunday morning
Bedroom
Beds push together
Infusions
Of welled-up love
Stay closer now
Now stay close
Still
Still waiting
Still hoping
Still longing
Waiting, hoping, and longing
Still
Still longing
Still hoping
Still waiting
Still
Waiting, hoping, and longing
Being here
Being there
Being anywhere
In between
Still
Still being here
Still being there
Still being anywhere
In between
Waiting here
Hoping there
Longing in between
Still
Between here
And there
There is beauty
That is
Between here
And anywhere
There is beauty
When the eyes of love
Are on the lookout
Between sky
And sea
There is beauty
That is
Between blue sky
And azure sea
There is beauty
When the eyes of a lover
Are on the lookout
Between pen stroke
And brushstroke
There is beauty
That is
Between the italics
And the faint wash
There is beauty
When the artists of love
Are on the lookout
Some men
Would mould you in clay
Now, don’t
Get me wrong
I have thought about
Doing that very thing
But how
How to create
The third dimension
How to stand
The legs apart
Or better still to cross them over
And how
How to raise up
Or cup the breast
Before the coat lapels
Are stylishly
Overlaid
Also how
To gift those eyes
That enigmatic smile
As you turn
Ever so slightly
Towards me