My Paramour

For me, this was a time of shedding my skin as a poet. Almost a story, of sorts, that can be related by nearly anyone and everyone that chooses to look past the feeling of knowing what love is...

 

 

My beauty,

My Beau,

My Baby,

 

My love,

My heart,

My lady,

 

That is to say,

 

My Sterling,

 My sweet,

My Forevermore,

 

My darling,

My dove,

My paramour

 

I am yours,

 

Love, just love me

 

Be here,

 

Love, for I am coming

 

Stay Near,

 

Let me love,

Let me kiss,

Let me hold you

Don’t go

 

For I am naked,

For my bones are black and dry,

And you quench my thirst

 

Be close to me

 

Fantastic, magnificent, amazing

With my hands shaking

And our one, single breath quivering

And quaking

 

I am done and undone

 

For the night is nearly over

And we begin to dance slowly and speak slower still

 

Just so:

 

My beauty, my beau, my baby,

 

My love, my heart, my lady,

 

That is to say,

 

My sterling, my sweet, my forevermore,

 

My darling, my dove, my paramour...

Author's Note

I won't apologize for my writing but I always welcome quarreling minds...
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