Subject riff On Woman-Of-Poem's Cursed-Blessings Poem by David McLansky

Subject riff On Woman-Of-Poem's Cursed-Blessings

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Be not forlorn
My precious Dear
That I am gone,
For you are here;
Within my arms
I hold another;
I see your face
Immortal lover!
And when in heat
The sweat does come,
I think of you
My only one.

Monday, April 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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