Slime and grease all over the
board you built near the bright
pink flower of noon
I take your gaze that saw
the fright of my letters
I dust the old cabinet of books...
Why can't you just look straight
into
my eyes?
The days of relief, oh to groan -
tender
in
our own secret honeymoon.
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oh to groan - tender in our own secret honeymoon. powerful use of contrasts in your poem dear poetess. i was astonished by it... love and life pictured in wonderful terms....... thank you. tony