by MerryOarsGlasgow, Strathclyde, Scotland UKMar 911 poems


His eyes can read the lines between
the words I haven't said;
His touch can arc across the room,
short-circuiting my head.
His voice can send my fears to sleep,
and turn my thoughts to bed...
His slow smile is the memory that holds me, in his stead.
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Posted: Mar 9
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Just a little fantasy :-)

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Hi Merry ...........nice fantasy very well constructed .........nice to meet you here ....regards NU grin
Hi NU. Glad you liked the poem, and nice to meet you toowave
Neat poem about a great
Thank you, mcradloff :-)
Very enjoyable read looking forward to reading more!
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