Lee Ann Schaffer Poems

I pore over the pages
Slowly - very slowly -
Savoring the taste of the words in my mouth.
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Not a proper pillow
For a head,

A thing to separate
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I left my tears where they’d
Fallen on the kitchen table
Where I’d sat writing to you.
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I take my pen
And outline each of the stains
My tears left on the paper
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Bound in lace,
First snow,
Nothing to offer
But that destined to
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When childish hands made me stand,
I gloried in the sun and surrounding laughter;
Never knowing that, as both would fade,
I’d look longingly out to the sea.
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Through earthbound dreams her feet have traveled;
Along the planet’s surface, forced to crawl;
Or to struggle against the water or sink under it...
Until tonight, this different night,
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The day ran
Like a bottle of
Fine, rare, red wine
Poured into my hands.
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You are some lush Italian vineyard
Into which I have stolen,
So juicy, glistening, swollen ripe
That I can not resist
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From under the ruffled
Nightgown hem
Slender alabaster ankles
Are carried by
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