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Disasters, Delights and Other Detours - 77. The Yearning Hours

I cannot believe I haven't posted this poem before. Yet here it is, with all it oddity. Any errors are all mine.

 

I will come to you at morning,

your light playing on my frame;

your warmth undressing,

bright smile caressing,

and no color is the same

when I come to you at morning.

 

You will follow me at midday

to a soft, sweet gasped surprise;

my body burning,

full hearted yearning

for what you ask with your eyes

when you follow me at midday.

 

I will kiss you in the evening,

reawaken what is still;

yet re-inviting

our blest uniting

so that I might have my fill

when I kiss you in the evening.


Should you feel moved to comment or reflect on this poem, I would be very glad to see it.
Copyright © 2017 Parker Owens; All Rights Reserved.
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4 minutes ago, Valkyrie said:

I agree with Northie.  It has a folk song rhythm and reminds me of old school English poems, kind of like Blake. I pictured the sun at the various points of the day.  I enjoyed this a lot.  :) 

The sun in its arc gives light to love and life. I’m glad this came through here, and that you enjoyed this. Thanks for reading!

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