Lonnie Hicks Poems

They all say
that Love Won't-
Won't happen
for me.
...

Long since
these hands
have bent
North or South.
...

Steady is the hand
that soothes my brow;
broad are the shoulders
which encompass me.
...

She went to water;
she always did.

The heaving ocean
...

I picked him up-
just released from
mental health treatment-
...

I saw you in my corner eye
your hands so large
your arms
bare;
...

Some homes have three bedrooms
a pool
and four walls;
...

A pelt of down
feather-light
floats near by,
its gentle face
...

My eyes devoured her
took her hungrily;
she watched;
watching me wanting her
...

It was working late,
hours in that office together
the comfortableness;
the small talk
...