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JohnPeter Creighton

15 March1961
Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Slowly, Eye Awake

Slowly, eye awake
ain’t going to take
no freaking cake
My head is tight,
my neck is stiff.
& I am wondering
now even if

you’ll let me in?

How is your heart?
How is your soul?

Are they really
made of gold?

Maybe of ice,
maybe they’ll melt

Then will love
be even felt.
JohnPeter Creighton
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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COMMENTS
Adeline Foster 12 May 2014
What an intriguing title. As intriguing as the poem itself. I do like the format also. Read mine – Indebted – Adeline
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