Michael Gale

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Naught Our Lips Did Slip Apart. - Poem by Michael Gale

I met her lips...
With wet hungered grips.
On a moon lit night...
All rounded flight.

Naught not left...
With but a chest hefted cleft.
Round bright light...
I held her closely tight.

Moon's yon orbital path...
Of her love i hath.
A'settetd bound by moon lit swing...
My heart to her to me do bring.

Different worlds collide of heart...
Tis' best we stay and naught depart.


Comments about Naught Our Lips Did Slip Apart. by Michael Gale

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (2/23/2007 5:42:00 PM)

    A COUPLET OF LOVE TIPS FROM A VERY FINE QUILLER...DEDICATED
    and TENaciously driven....Solid abstract piece, my friend!
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    F
    J
    R
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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 22, 2011


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