Lover MineA Poem by Kelly Schepperslover
mine
lover
mine…he is the thread through
a needle’s eye…the preface to a
book i can never put down…a crudité
of pleasure ever sated upon my
tongue…he is the rush of bated breath…the
wind beneath my tattered wing…the
prayer that brings me to my
knees…he is theStradivarius to my
rosin bow, with eyes of a cerulean blue …he
is the lump in my throat that beats
like the hooves of a thousand steeds… the
hand that rests upon my thigh on
long afternoons of driving north and yielding
slow…the inventory of a stare, he is…lover mine.
© 2018 Kelly ScheppersAuthor's Note
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Added on May 15, 2018Last Updated on May 17, 2018 AuthorKelly ScheppersSan Diego, CAAboutI was never a pearl kind of girl... always wore jeans with holes in the knees. more.. |

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