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Lovely is the one I love
though others may not deem him so
with his long wild silver curls
and untrimmed beaded Celtic beard,
a black-bagged jobless roaming poet-man
the sight of whom
does things to me
no proper girl would know.
*
To watch his slow
sideways smirk grow
as his eyes drill mine
with questions and possession,
with gratitude devine.
To wake and see him wondering
as to how we had met
forty-two years after
our first sidestep.
*
Who would have know then
that our paths would cross again
three times
in denominations
of five and increments of ten
only of late to discover
in one another
each our true selves
through unspoken secrets
covertly divulged
*
and that we both,
buffered with blinders,
remain bound
to the lovely love we found.
Lovely is the one I love
though others may not deem him so
with his long wild silver curls
and untrimmed beaded Celtic beard,
a black-bagged jobless roaming poet-man
the sight of whom
does things to me
no proper girl would know.
*
To watch his slow
sideways smirk grow
as his eyes drill mine
with questions and possession,
with gratitude devine.
To wake and see him wondering
as to how we had met
forty-two years after
our first sidestep.
*
Who would have know then
that our paths would cross again
three times
in denominations
of five and increments of ten
only of late to discover
in one another
each our true selves
through unspoken secrets
covertly divulged
*
and that we both,
buffered with blinders,
remain bound
to the lovely love we found.