Tuesday, January 30, 2018

untested love




was there an error in my ear

or was she knocking on my door

when dusk has set in to empower

my hermitage and i freely cover



with silence my mind and heart

and lay my aging frame

those tired limbs to rest on bed

upheld by a simple iron frame



she insists now she has some old wine

some untested love that i should sip

before i retire, and she has more to offer

without taking away my chattels



© henry victor           29.01.2018


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