Blistered Spirit, Love's Delight. Poem by Michael Gale

Blistered Spirit, Love's Delight.



Blistered spirit of thy kiss...
Never altered, as I miss.

Miss the sting of love's own light...
Slapped to heart, pained as might.

Love's arrows, missed in flight...
I miss my baby, all day-night

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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