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bronzeage
bronzeage
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If I had not been a man born
I would be the forelock
curled across your brow
kissed by your lash,
waiting for you to wake
and be your first sight in the morn.
If I cannot be the man who shares your bed
I would be the hair on your head
to be the tress to caress your cheek
to dance across your shoulders
and share your pillow every night.

bronzeage
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twelveoonetwelveoonealmost 13 years ago
this

titters between poetry and "something you would send your girlfriend". Just reminding you there is a line where you lose half of the audience.

A5

wildsweetonewildsweetonealmost 13 years ago
standard imagery visualised

and written in a new way. i like it. :)

could 'who shares your bed' be simply, 'bedded'? would it make any difference to the poem?

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