My hand
My hand
You take it;
place it
on your body
where i would
place it.
It is as tho
you read
the poetry
of my heart.
It is as tho
you know
passion will
flow thru me
again
like water
out of banks
along Old Seventy
Creek
after this week
of rain.
2 thoughts on "My hand"
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Wow. The
flow of love,
the permission,
the particular place.
Great poem
Thanks so much, Jim. Your comments this year, as in the past, were inspirational.