Our uncarnal conversations
at
first,
flirtatious interchanges,
encouraging words –
was there anything we did not discuss
both silly and serious
and didn't we laugh?
Oh,
oh,
lord -
your wicked witticisms floored
and didn't I adore
your attentions, your cheeky contraventions
and all your words? Your words.
Your words...
...
...
... leading me
by hand
to where we
could
become -
intimate... one... frolicsome.
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Borealis Love
PoetryLove - what does that word mean, what does it comprise? Do we always recognise it when faced with it? Do we value it when we ought to do so? Do we squander it when it is too easily given? Do we ever understand until it has left us and we are left to...
