Amy

Since Friday, when you first arrived,
The weather's been unpleasant, often
Rainy, never very warm. A kitchen
Cabinet's hinges broke. The bills
Are bigger than I thought, and
What I do at work, which seemed
Fulfilling once, has gotten dull,
But you remain a thing of beauty.
With my eyes, I trace the oddly
Perfect, almond shapes of yours,
The fullness of your splendid lips,
Which part to let your sing-song
Voice emerge to salve my trampled
Soul. I hold you after all beyond
These walls has disappointed me,
A man who cannot dwell on
What is wrong since you've arrived.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-07-26 at 15:14

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