Sunday, January 31, 2010

Just So

Just So: A Love Poem of Sorts

Even though awkward
I freely opened once
my arms to you. I still
long to do so but it’s
not the troubled, grinding
heart that fails, rather
inadequate & reluctant
muscles. You are as
ever the fresh aroma
of nectarines sunshine
picked. A full moon rises
& calm is the night.

Harvey McQueen

Another poem popped out last night

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