As soon as love showed its base intention,
a relic of his manhood stood, a ghost
whose shadow rose and fell in time to catch
a swallow casting its silvery glide
and opened her beautiful lips to speak:
When will you love like I would have you love
my body so my heart would know the soft
touch a man, you, so easily will steal . . .
(21-22 April 2014)
copyright 2014 by Floyce Alexander
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