Tony Jolley

Rookie (17th June 1958 / England)

It's - Poem by Tony Jolley

It’s the hollow at the back of your neck, just under the hairline.

It’s the infinitessimal, yet infinitely significant gleam of incisor:
That infallible indicator of your soon-to-be-smile.

It’s the shape of your amazing mouth,
Redefining perfection as it does so effortlessly.
And those are your lips at rest! –
But, Oh, My Love, when they move,
Whether to speak, to sigh, to kiss,
Ah, then maybe Moyet made it right:
For my knees do go ‘weak in the presence of Beauty’.
You don’t see it, do you?
You really don’t…
And that is lovely too,
But, My Darling, it is as I wrote before:
Whole worlds live upon those lips:
Vast vistas of kissing;
Entire empires of earnest conversation.

It’s the glances you steal
When you think I’m not looking,
(But I am and you know that I am!) .

It’s the words we don’t have to say
Yet delight to say anyway!

It’s the last line you leave
This side of Lethe’s leisure…

It’s my whole life, Love:

It’s you.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 30, 2005

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