JAMES T. ADAIR Poems

When a man invites a woman for a walk
sometimes it's just a warm thought underneath
A hand to hold, a smile to behold
Someone to walk next to
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Your waist makes an arch
between your ribcage and your hips
and my eyes rest there for a moment
until they follow the outline of your spine
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True feelings
we all have them
don't we know it's so!
They don't mean much
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How's my friend today?
I thought of you
does my poem give my thought away?
It's been so nice the kindness
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I have no friend who I can embrace
or touch
or see face to face
no soft hand to hold
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The lonely heart wanders
where it is unwelcomed
where it is forbidden
where it is hissed at
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