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For You, Love
by Alison McKenzieA wisp of hair falls
Just over your right eye,
Begging to be brushed aside.
Your 53 year old windows
Hold the sparkle of a boy,
Captive, like I was in your moment.
A face half hidden by
A salt and pepper beard,
Whiskers that tickle
Noses dancing, a kiss
In your eyes, my form is lovely.
In your hands, my hair is spun silk.
In your heart, my face elicits joy
And songs of sighs that soar into ethers.
My wrist holds a watch
Marking time and
Distance in secondary measures
Affection never to be fully consummated,
For you, love,
Belong to another.
04/02/2009 Author's Note: It's amazing, what can happen over coffee.
Posted on 04/02/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 04/02/09 at 03:30 PM a Beautiful poem. It brings a tear to my eye for I too was there at one time. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/02/09 at 04:21 PM ...agree w/ maude...niiiice to 'spress it, the glow of good, no matter how time? is involved... |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 04/05/09 at 07:40 AM Yes indeed... or even over a phone call! *sigh* alisa |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/28/11 at 12:00 PM Coffee is amazing...but, when the person you're sharing the communication with is also awesome, then it helps ten-fold =) |
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