an answer would stare you in
the face if your gaze could rise
to lips above those comely breasts
the sultry curving hips
the lissom buttocks swell
it is all’s well in its place
you’re caged mind's eye between
your hopes hard pressed and
thighs warming the love
alive’s concealment of rank distress
it is so good to see you,
you say, meaning why can’t I
see more of you please
I’d die to glimpse the
promised land
and she replies in tinkling
notes sweeter than water
ringing over ancient stones
the answer’s in my eyes
if yours could rise to see
© 5 October 2009, I. D. Carswell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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