A Guess, My Hope

During the stillness
Of life, her
Breath held,
Heartbeat slow,
He smells of
Leather
Pine
And a Carhartt coat,
Would be a guess,
My hope.
Without permission,
And with visions closed
Her desire for him
Continues

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61 thoughts on “A Guess, My Hope

  1. So glad to see you back at the Poet’s Corner, Audrey. I’ve missed you. Maybe now I know why. Some things take precedence, don’t they, like being in love. All things in perspective, all things in good time.

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