In a room, against the wall (poem)

Where are you my love to tease me

in the greenest of spirits?

to tease me over for being aloof…

for those little things only lovers observe, then innocently mock.

Please be there, on the other side of the room,

if not at arms length.

My body, crooked against this wall,

can only be made straight again

by your words which fall like velvet upon my ears.

Guide my mind back to you

from its fearful, fitful wanderings

with your gazes softer still.


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