Monthly Archives: July 2017

O Flower My Own

I love you; yes, and I am glad. I’m glad for me, I’m glad for you. I know you love it when I say I love you. I know you want to see those happy words; I know you need … Continue reading

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My Fingers Walk

My fingers walk your stomach to your breast; They have no planned direction—they know best. They skip and hop upon your nipples sweet, Then dance up to your lips for loving treat. You kiss them, too, and now I know … Continue reading

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Needing

You’re so alive in my mind, So with me wherever I go, You don’t even seem to mind Whether I stop or no. And when I sit in my chair You’re sitting beside me there; And if I write through … Continue reading

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Love’s Giants

We’re close, my dear, oh, so close; Your hands are almost in my hands, Our feet are almost touching toes. There’s tiny seas and lands, But we lean over those. And almost, almost, almost, dear, I feel your fingers’ reaching … Continue reading

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Why Does It…

Why does it hurt so much to love you so? My thought runs through my body—thought of you— Till all my joints and muscles ache and yell, “Why do you push me slowly through such hell?” Why do I think … Continue reading

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You Can!

If you have something good to say, say it; If there’s someone good to praise, praise him; If there ‘re ideas that are true, say them. Stand for justice, praise the good, Praise the beautiful, praise you; Sing out life … Continue reading

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My Lady Has…

My Lady has delight For all the poems I write; My Lady has delight, And I am glad. I see her eyes a-shine On ink that came from mine; I see her eyes a-shine, And I’m not sad. I feel … Continue reading

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