as well as your heart?
Your ears were hidden
beneath your beautiful hair.
beneath your beautiful hair.
Intently you gather the harvest
from the world’s deck
from the world’s deck
Apples and tomatoes,
grapes and sunbeams…
grapes and sunbeams…
words, my thoughts,
From the mature potted plants,
It was easy to see them
all reflected in pools
of wet dreams.
of wet dreams.
Endless blue hot days of July
With only tears for rain
from getting on
to anguished thoughts.
to anguished thoughts.
That was all before
we waywardly met.
we waywardly met.
Before the chilly darkness,
left your own heart
from my pen.
Did I chase you too far?
Thomas T Kemp
POETRY I wrote FOR YOU
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