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Rooted Sweet Memory
Oh tender, fare youth
lavish me you must
lavish me in your sweetest perfume
come hither and whisper
in darkest of nigh
a most glorious hymn
linger, I crave
in these wrinkles of time
slumber, I pray in rhythms so fine...
Oh fond memory how long has it been
since last I glimpsed your youthful grin
or ran these starved fingers over your creamy soft skin
When last did I hold your trembling hands
to fathom, I ponder your treasures devine
rooted sweet memory, you have
in the earth of my mind
tucked neatly, I've stashed you
in the cupboards of time.
Copyright @ 12/05/2005
poem
by
Diana Newsome
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