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Love is Moment in Time
©2-24-22, Olan L. Smith
I think of you in the morning on my pillow, you vanish
Like a zephyr, a warm drink upon the dewy grass.
I think of you as I drift off to sleep tallying our encounters
Upon this mattress made for admiring you upon me,
Your long dark hair tickling my face as you ride me deeply.
I ponder you as I stroll the beach, wondering heretofore
Where you are, who you'll touch in years to be, then
Tucked between leaves of time, pressed four leaf clovers
In the pages of a tome for prudence. Tenderly my loins
Thirst for what was once a flawless moment that will
Never be again for you are absent, a shoot of a long ago
Moment endless in my memory, you won't let go,
However I cherish it, I anticipate sleep, to remember
A twinkling absence, to feel you hair as it drapes over my
Face in a rhythmic flow, and see your expression of resolve.
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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...
