Holding Poem by Chris Bradshaw
Holding
It wasn't the way we met
Though I remember it well
Spring nights like velvet
And your voice, wine colored
Flowing out
River-wide
Seductive amongst the banter
Of mannequin strangers
Inspired something
Long forgotten
But suddenly alive
In your beautiful eyes
inspiring write on inspiring love...good piece, Chris...thanks...10
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8/5/2026 5:45:14 PM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
That'syou, in the throes of love. And why not? Cheers. Subroto