Homecoming Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
Homecoming
I kiss the throat
of your proud head,
dead on my feet
with pride and waiting.
In a bed
of wars creation
we will
fight our inhibitions
and turn our tensions
into sweet softness
and relief.
Grief, the undertone
of love
will surface
in the tears we cry.
Man, of deep eyes
and our own
quiet music
will play my heart
forever.
Waf
Wednesday, March 13, 2019
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5/4/2024 12:07:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Strange and intriguing, finding strange sweetness in bed through wars' creation. That's a new one.
It was part of a trilogy about the military.This is homecoming after a long deployment.
I didn't read it quite right.
War tensions can be relaxed with tender love and care. Thanks for stopping by. Sally.