Come Hither Smile
©May 24th 2021, Olan L. Smith
He comes to her on a night's breeze, at late times of night
As she curls up with a book near her fireplace, with a drink
By her side. He arises at that crossroad, and with the blink
Of her silken lashes, come hither smile, he caresses her slight
Frame as he draws her alabaster body to his naked form.
She wraps her legs around him, and mounts him in one motion.
Her thrust, her passionate heave, and he becomes her burgeon,
A shoot from the logs made ablaze by their storm.
How many times have they enacted this scene?
Played this out in their thoughts and with their soul
As they abide what time Earth allows, and pay the toll
For what is theirs, they live a million billion times as seventeen,
And they always find their way here by the fire,
In a myriad of ways they come together, even as host
To the many ghostly souls they love the most
They are forever in love; their love is to forever admire.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
