MerryOars
by MerryOarsGlasgow, Strathclyde, Scotland UKMar 911 poems

Lui

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
About this poem:
Just a little fantasy :-)

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Nuwahri61
Hi Merry ...........nice fantasy very well constructed .........nice to meet you here ....regards NU grin
MerryOars
Hi NU. Glad you liked the poem, and nice to meet you toowave
mcradloff
Neat poem about a great guy.dance
MerryOars
Thank you, mcradloff :-)
localpoet
Very enjoyable read looking forward to reading more!
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