love poem (Remove filter)
For you - in winter
I.
In the hour of not-quite blue
your long, lean, lithe form,
your back,
finally at rest,
next to me.
My hand finds
the soft, silent curve,
the indent of your waist,
and slides
gracefully
seeking its place
wrapped round your masculine pride
like an infant’s grasp
holding on
because
II.
You are not a guardian angel
but you protect me:
...Friday 1st April 2016 12:09 am
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