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Gift of Our Humanness
His eyes sparkled
like those of a boy
on Christmas morning
as my practiced fingers
led him into my warmth.
Feeling him find his home,
I heard a long sigh and thought,
What a wonderful gift we share!
To be fully human for
even an hour in this life.
like those of a boy
on Christmas morning
as my practiced fingers
led him into my warmth.
Feeling him find his home,
I heard a long sigh and thought,
What a wonderful gift we share!
To be fully human for
even an hour in this life.
Published 20th Jul 2023
| Edited 23rd Jul 2023
Author's Note
Sometimes poems are like reference points in life. I was reading one of my poems from January and remembered my lover's eyes which inspired this short write. The January poem was Strange Thoughts While Making Love. Illustration is edited from a photo my mother took of me and a lover in Dallas seven months ago.
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21st Jul 2023 6:08am
Those lines certainly would have had a ring of recentness about it in January:
like those of a boy
on Christmas morning
From the picture, clearly your mother still took pleasure in capturing her daughter's moments of happiness on picture.
like those of a boy
on Christmas morning
From the picture, clearly your mother still took pleasure in capturing her daughter's moments of happiness on picture.
21st Jul 2023 11:48am
Thank you for your thoughts. Yes, my mother did love seeing me happy. She was like a girlfriend sometimes, wanting to know more than I could tell about my relationships.
21st Jul 2023 12:30pm
21st Jul 2023 2:51pm
