Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

Subject Riff on Woman-of-Poem's Cursed-Blessings


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.

Submitted: Monday, April 07, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2014

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