SOME HOW.

A YOUNG LOVE AND THE SEEKING OF.

They would
have shared that-

the hands
embracing his-

she looked away,
her eyes full

as water basins.
He let his lips

brush against
her bosom,

soft as peaches.
I closed the book,

let the air
pushed from pages,

kiss my brow.
He loved her

to a sea depth;
she loved him,

too,
some how.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

You composed this so eloquently, Terry...it's quite beautiful in its brevity.

"I closed the book,
let the air
pushed from pages
kiss my brow."

Much applause, my friend!

[Terry Collett]

I was a monk for a while in 1971. so you may see poems on that sometimes. Thank you.

[Kelly Scheppers]

...how interesting!