Promise Me

Promise Me When the misted hill Shivers first You will be my blanket Forever and Ever. That on the long walk Promise me still Your arm will join my elbow, Like Siamese twins, When day gathers night Slowly. And in our room, Promise The outlines we make Etch the shadows Softly. Then again, Promise me the Spot Just behind that bend in your knee That whispers Sweetly. And not the least, Promise me The cleft and borrow between Yours eyes and hair Where kisses are born Truly. So too, Promise When the sun is furthest in our tender sleep The curve we make is gentle, Gentle. Yet, above all, When we rise to greet the Almsman’s bell Please Give Honestly, Promise me. Jeff Troyer October 2007