A love poem from a man's point of view. A love poem is a love poem. Full of cliches.
Ice cubes in the whiskey
My arm around her shoulders
My thigh warm against hers
My love, my love
In the seat next to me
Her hair a cloud
Her perfume smoke
My tender love for her
Grown like a flower
With time
With tears
Her face, the moon
Her eyes, stars
To light every night
That ever was
To light this night
I hope will never end.
© 2006 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2006-10-02 at 06:13
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My Love
A cigarette in the ashtrayIce cubes in the whiskey
My arm around her shoulders
My thigh warm against hers
My love, my love
In the seat next to me
Her hair a cloud
Her perfume smoke
My tender love for her
Grown like a flower
With time
With tears
Her face, the moon
Her eyes, stars
To light every night
That ever was
To light this night
I hope will never end.
© 2006 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 626 times
Written on 2006-10-02 at 06:13
Tags Love
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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