Douglas Scotney

Gold Star - 39,603 Points (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

B: Xxxvii: Antidote - Poem by Douglas Scotney

'Which of my charms is best, my dear? '
My dear asked me this morn.

'There cannot be just one, my dear,
I must say, tout entiere.

On top like now,
Or like down below last night,
You're a myster of mixturies:
The sight of what you hear,
The taste of what you smell,

She laughed at the combinations.

At her laugh I laughed as well.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

XLI 'Tout Entiere' no.157 Poemhunter.
'tout entiere' means 'the whole package'.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 6, 2013

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