by Bill Yarrow
She prayed that he would live forever 
  He worshipped her exuberant lips 
  
  She loved the size of his mustache 
  He rode the highway of her thighs 
  
  She climbed the hill of his condition
  He biked the path of her delight 
  
  She broke his dreams against her fears
  He cut his eyeteeth on her tongue 
  
  She planted the vine of his desire 
  He watered the garden of her heart
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A version of his poem was published in Ygdrasil.
"Anniversary Waltz" appears in THE VIG OF LOVE (Glass Lyre Press, 2016).
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Delightful as a perfect plum, perfectly ripe, dropped from the tree into my eager palm. *
The last two lines. **
Sweet.
Sweet.*
What Mathew said.
Graceful.
I wanted this to go on and on.
Thank you, Amanda, Mat, Rachna, Gary, Gary, Dianne, and Darryl!
*, Bill. A tribute to their love.
Good balance to the lines. I like.
I'm a sucker for this type poem. *
Thanks you, David, Sam, and John!
Clearly wonderful.*
Love sacraments. Lovely! *
Thanks, Tim and Barry!