David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,578 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

The White Ship (30)) - Poem by David McLansky

The White Ship

(30) The White Ship
We exited the old Nom Wah
'Have you ever seen a Chinese bar,
One that played Cole Porter tunes? '
Why must this magic end so soon?

She leaned her head against my chest
She was feather-light as she pressed,
Her hair against my lips did tangle,
Which were bloodless in the Bloody Angle.
I brushed a hair from off her cheek
She said my name in halting speech
And looking up in fear confessed
'I've never known such happiness.'
I gently raised her lovely chin
And saw her eyes fill to the brim;
Her fear fed eyes soon over ran
Their eyelid banks, their fragile dam.
A stream descended from both eyes
I held her closely as she cried
I kissed her hair, her salted cheeks,
I too wrought to dare to speak

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013

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