She gets off on all the love in my words
I, on the love they promise I will have
She lives far away in love and by strife
What hope in heaven or hell can I have
Words are sent using our love's language codes
I comprehend them all, that’s all I have
I count the hours, I tabulate the days
What’s the point, I wonder, what will I have
I don’t sleep well, cannabis seems to help
She’s stronger than God’s plant, that’s what I have
She’s too hot in bed, that’s all I can hold
That’s how I behave, what else can I have
She smiles on the screen of every eyeball
What wouldn’t I give for her smile to have
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Llion the Brave Version 2
Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
By Rachel Deeming7 days ago in Fiction
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What wouldn’t I give for her smile to have - couldn't be more true! Great Poem
What a heart-wrenching and poignant poem ! The repetition of "what can I have" adds a poignant rhythm to the verse...I enjoyed reading it.