If He Knew My Circle Poem by Susan Lacovara
If He Knew My Circle
Oh to curl around him
The way a vine climbs a tree
Or a cat circles itself up in warmth
like a coiled snake
or a perfectly blown smoke ring
Oh to curl around him
A Maypole ribbon in the breeze
A lazy hawk circling the sky
The way he twirls my hair in his fingers
To have no start nor end
But instead a continuous flow
Of form and function
A flowery wreath worn on my head
As I lay my head on his chest
My orbiting thoughts take me
to a whirlpool of wasting away
In the merry go round wishes
Oh to curl around him
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5/1/2024 7:16:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh, he knows now! This poem is so persuasive it could redeem a man as wicked as Don Juan who made love to a thousand woman because he could not love one. It takes a very intimate, focused, and patient relationship for a woman to discover how she can best express her love, and for a man to appreciate such sweet ministrations. And switch the nouns in that sentence and it's equally true of the other partner. The initial passion of a relationship is a wonderful thing, but it is the long-term of affection that your poem highlights that makes the love affair resonate for a lifetime! !