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Home

I may as well go home. The never-ending rain
Of here reminds me of the mist and damp
Of there, and there I'd have the mountains,
Sandy patches between boulders beside fiercely
Thrashing streams, and, possibly, a glimpse
Of you, tip-toeing across exposed rocks,
Negotiating, as we always must, how we
Should face each other. Are we lovers?
I suspect we are, but we have left no proof,
You cannot stay away from me. I cannot
Conceive of a means of going on with you
Not near, and, yet, no pledges have been
Made. I'll marry you, if you would like.
I'll be the father of your children, even as
I turn my back my own overloaded past.
I want no more than what you offer, want
To see the sun rise through the valleys' mist,
Your smile forming as you wake. I want you
On that sandy patch, beneath the rain,
If that must be, to hold me tightly
To assure me that I'm truly home.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-29 at 03:18

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