Evelyn May Berrisford Poems

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The Mistress

I lie upon her bed and lick her face
Her arms, her hands and nibble at her ears,
why does she stop me when I love her so?
My body is alive with loving, all my years
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Enquiry

"Grandma, why do you write poetry?"
What answer can I give to one so young?
The understanding seemed a mystery,
As strange as light of moon, or warmth of sun,
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