This Night Poem by Gordon R Menzies

This Night



Give me this night
and let flesh speak
where words cannot -
A language of our own
of fingertips and endless kisses,
and words as yet unmade.
Let me whisper
secret things to thee
that will not pass forth
from my mouth alone
nor be restricted
to thine ear

Saturday, May 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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