David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,045 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

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

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.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, April 7, 2014

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