Your Poem for the Week:

Just finished another novel and started an anthology of poets from the 60’s (got it at a garage sale for 10 cents, about what its worth), I liked this one so here is your poem for the week.

Colors I have never seen, I saw with you
Our passion sucked the air from the room
I knew the first time I held you, felt your fear
Because you knew

I smell you, when I close my eyes
I can still taste your wine on my lips
The tips of my fingers know the smoothness of your skin
I hear my heartbeat in my ears, at the sound of your sighs

The deep magic of your eyes
Your round belly, womb full of promise beneath
Your voice saying now and forever with your soul
Myself is complete in you, in memory if only

H. A. Milton (1967)