- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Portraits Revisited
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Portraits was, if memory serves me right, the first poem/work I ever posted here. I am re-posting it as an addition to maydaypilot's excellent "Hands" series.
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Never your eyes, nor your smile,
Nor that errant lock of hair
Forever falling over your brow
Browned by the sun, as is your face.
Never the whispered words from your lips
As the heat of day cools into night,
Nor the off key song breaking the silence
Of the early morning as you stand
Beneath a spray of water,
Happy, maybe, to be with me,
To have formed the us where there were
Only two before,
But certainly oblivious to my poor ears
As I lie with a pillow over them,
Dion and Houston in rumbling bass-baritone.
Not the fragrance of your aftershave,
Not the taste of your kiss,
Never these;
But your hands, tender and restrained strength,
Holding me, bearing me, caressing me,
The wordless affirmation I shall always remember.
- COMMENTS
29wordsforsnowabout 2 years agoYou really hold romance in your hands. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Maydaypilotabout 2 years agoI love the way this poem slowly reveals the sights and sounds and feelings of the whole scene before ending in his hands. 5 stars!
