I love to hold your eyes in mine, like hands.
To count each blink and keep mine very few.
I see myself, a pale pepper-pot girl
Who made a home within the sight of you.
I love to hold your hands in mine, like jewels,
Skin as cotton, brown like rum. Warm as June,
I would I’d wear you through the yellow months,
Take you off on white wintry afternoon
To have you by me. Darling, think we thus;
We are milk and coffee, cream and rum. Oh,
What a mix of luxuries, what great wealth
Does mingle when this trembl’ing close we come!
I love to touch your face to mine, like birds.
A gravel nest atop a city church
Does seem a sweeter home than that in which
Our hands and skin are pulled beyond one hair.
‘Tis mine own selfish Soul that thinks it fair
In asking – for your Heart, I would so dare.
Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective and commented:
Lois E. Linkens
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Just gorgeous Lois! Can I repost on Go Dog Go?
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Of course! (I thought I replied but i don’t think it went through!)
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Reblogged this on erichmichaels and commented:
I love to hold your eyes in mine, like hands—by Lois E. Linkens. It feels like a wonderful love song, sung in the summer, while dancing about the maypole. Beautiful!
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Lois, you are progressed so much as a writer. No doubt you are very special. It is exciting to think about what the future holds in store for you.
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thank you very much Jasper… I hope my work is progressing as it should. Hoping you are well
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