Thursday, August 08, 2013

A LOVE POEM FOR A WOMAN IN HER 40'S

you shall soon love a man
who kneels before you and
sees the tiny stars below
your navel

you shall close your eyes
and forget what chains are

you lie in bed as you offer the
moon for him
and soon when light pierces
the blinds of Venice
when the softness of
tenderness wearies away

you shall wake up to a new
day inside his cozy arms

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