As sorry as I’ve felt,
at the foot of my bed,
fetal and folded in
holiday in flannel,
softening for a cigaro
persuading tomorrow,
while clasping laughter
of way back when,
(it sometimes slips)
to sing with your arrival
and to
ring with your arousal
like when I ushered you through
down my Nile,
risking defile,
I will never
apologize for kissing you,
loving you,
only for listening to you
only for
missing you,
like always
for you
-B. Brown
(art image courtesy of Pinterest)
Beautifully written poem. Loved it! The picture combines with the poem perfectly.
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Nice poem
Thanks Maurice š
Your very welcome