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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Downwards - early piece

An acrostic poem.


Thomas, At night you
Haunt my memory;
On the frozen, still
Midwinter moment,
A chance meeting
Sealed our fates.

In passion, my love was

Sealed heart,
Two cold years have passed. Denial
Is not sweet. I am unsuccessful in
Loving others and Unsuccessful in not
Loving you.

Life, grant me the
Opportunity again; the memory
Vexes my heart. I cann not hide it's
Echoing veracity inside much longer.

You are my heart, my life, my
One great love. Thomas, if only you
Understood how much I need you.

March 1990

A Tiger poem.

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