Lonnie Hicks Poems

My grandmother used to say
don't marry for money
but stay open-minded.
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If I can but see
those reaching arms before me,

feel flat against my chest
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I am Violences' Victim
which scarred my soul
slammed it down
to earthly hell
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The problem is metaphoric;
I live inside lines
which only approximate
but do not satisfy.
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Oh, to be soul-kissed
the deep kiss;
mouth brushing past
parted lips.
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In the Rotations
of the Universe
periodically,
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I don't want to wait until I'm dead
to tell people I love them.

Don't want to be deceased
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First Love's Touch,
mutual gathering was only through them,
our Hands.
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Two men in ragged clothing
sat beside the road
alert and on the hunt.
Each watched a different direction
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I picked her up in the deep snow
hair piled to the side of her face,
snowflakes sparkles
sprinked there;
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