Open Poetry #16 |
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Soil Please Not Thirst.... Part2 |
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Zinsser Senior Member
since 2001-02-27
Posts 1641Calif. |
I stand and remove the last of his armored glove He reaches to wipe away not only tears of Gratfullness from above But also the blood from my cheek, pulling me close With the notion Of telling me without words in a passionate kiss Deep with emotion His love and worries were as mine Thankfull to have at least one more time I help to remove the last of my sires armor Gently noting the wounds That will need special care on the marrow Fascinated by the way the bloodied water Makes it's way down his form Washimg away also the clanging in his ears From the war With loving hands I stroke his face Letting him know he's in the right place For I will always be here awaiting his return With mead in his goblet and love in my face Wrapping his arms around me showing no Fatigue from his warrior day He guides me through loving until Dawns light in his expert of ways We both know there will be More tears More calls to battle filled with All of our fears But for the now we relish in the Love we share Leaving all of this kingdoms and our troubles Out there By Connie Mcdonald |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
This is so sweet and tender. Lovely If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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