I tasted your eyes
Twinkling in moons,
Its rays sparkling
A rhythmic rhyme
Reflecting like jewels
Upon peat harps,
Pumping powerful
Songs around
My beating heart.
I heard your touch
In my mind,
Skins tasting
Satin silks
In a golden cove,
Black-holed
Bulbs stemming
A summer breeze
In bright Antarctica.
Fich dich,
Life-giving Mich,
Time has flowed
To lessen the itch-
Nicklaus,
Meine Maus,
It is a louse
To never breathe you
In my house.
YOU ARE READING
Nicklaus
PoetryThis is a poem about longing to be a parent, particularly referring to those dealing with the pain of not being able to have children and being a member a restricted LGBT community.
