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An Exercise in Love

Rating: 4.3

for Jackson Allen
My friend wears my scarf at his waist
I give him moonstones
He gives me shell & seaweeds
He comes from a distant city & I meet him
We will plant eggplants & celery together
He weaves me cloth

Many have brought the gifts
I use for his pleasure
silk, & green hills
& heron the color of dawn

My friend walks soft as a weaving on the wind
He backlights my dreams
He has built altars beside my bed
I awake in the smell of his hair & cannot remember
his name, or my own.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 21 November 2016

Gifts for his pleasure! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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A beautiful love poem from heart Diane.Congrats to be member of the day Col Muhammad Khalid Khan

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Indira Renganathan 21 November 2016

Dreaming how love should be...it is just a dream....10

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Sylvaonyema Uba 21 November 2016

This is a nice poem with a nice title.

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Sylvaonyema Uba 21 November 2016

Nice poem with a nice title.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 21 November 2016

I awake in the smell of his hair & cannot remember his name, or my own. Nice composition! ! ! ! ! !

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Seamus O Brian 21 November 2016

A beautiful and sensuous dream of love. Exquisitely detailed. A pleasure to read as the imagery floats in, each line like a gentle wave.

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Anil Kumar Panda 21 November 2016

It is such a beautiful dream with love flowing thick in heart. Wish the dream could be real and you got his love. Nice drop. Congrats.

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