May-December Kisses
She is a flower given
in summer time,
full of ocean-ness;
it's vastness swims
in her eyes.
She moves soft winds before her;
floating lightly;
shiny new
with a young soul
touched only by sentiments
innocent;
all experience her delight.
She has never known Mean Love,
only Love Requited.
Joy seldom comes to the Stapled Heart
and hers has never been.
I am older than she;
I am mangled innocence;
yet still I crave what I see-
her soft putty etherealness;
her purity.
I am the Winter Bulb
underground;
she, summer sun
warming ocean waters.
I need to know
is her heart,
and my dark bulb
together
yet fertile?
What irony
meeting brings
in words wandering
cross pages
when she says;
'I love you.'
My Winter and her Spring
were clutched in her Hearts First
meandering
into Love's Realm.
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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