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listen
there my only sin
retelling graces
I have known
another way
with words rehearsed
in silence
let me stay
a moment here
pull around me covers
let me wake
to witness
where the story leaves
and what of paths
I’ve worried
back to you
fingerprints
and souvenirs
proof of love
I’ve gathered
in places not foretelling
the reaches
of my soul
. . .
tornadoday 
…..hmmm, nice legs…! Oh, darn, I was supposed to be reading the poem…, right? Well, now you know what a lecherous, dirty-old-man I can be. 🙂 Loved what you wrote, Bobbie. It seems to come from a more tender part of you. ~~xo~~
Me
🙂
This one touched me in te depth of my heart. Beautiful.
…….surely, that is a cathedral of light, dear Millie……… ❤
I can only smile Bobbie!
Which is a gift from God, delivered through your beautiful face, Wendell……….