The kiss...
I wish
in the midst
of the bliss
of your kiss
to block out
the shout
and the doubt
all about...
I beam
for the dream
with no seam
and no scream
and long
for the strong
of the song
with no wrong...
I stare
in the air
and declare
everywhere
that you
block the blue
and renew
this old view...
Your love
like a glove
and a dove
up above
returns
as it learns
and yearns
as it burns...
I wish
in the midst
of the bliss
of your kiss
to block out
the shout
and the doubt
all about...
Joy Weare,
5th November, 2008.
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