The Hill

i'm not Jack and she's not Jill but down we tumble down the hill we reached summit of our Everest ever perhaps lasting love but the bucket did i kick the bucket high on elevation but not wanting to climatize i'm just going to die in bliss yes this being once lower than lower why wouldn't i want to stay higher then high so i know when i close my eyes embracing myself as if trying to get warm i'm really really starting to hold you in my dream of hypothermic form so warm

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Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 7/22/2019 8:50:00 PM

Lovely piece, and lovely to see others loving it too. My brain's a little extra scrambled as of late, yay hormones, I look forward to ingesting more of your poems when my appetite returns. Hugs xomo

Jeff Connelly
Date: 7/23/2019 6:06:00 PM

Sorry to read Maureen. I do wish you well. I have to apologize to you; Alkas, and David. You are the three poets I keep up with most; but for some reason I received no emails indicating comments were made on quite a few of my poems. And not oddly, all the comments were made by you three. Thanks so very much.

Alkas Poetry

Date: 7/21/2019 5:39:00 PM

I agree with David, wonderful love poem... heartfelt... salute alkas

Jeff Connelly
Date: 7/23/2019 6:08:00 PM

Thanks Alkas. If you come back to this comment please read what I wrote to Maureen.

David Mchattie

Date: 7/20/2019 11:52:00 PM

Wonderful poem about love my friend. Have a great day.

Jeff Connelly
Date: 7/23/2019 10:49:00 PM

David thank you. I apologize, I know have a weekend and I want to catch up on everything you've written. You will always be a favorite poet of mine David. I'm finally going to get to see my grand nieces tomorrow. If it's alright I'd love to read one of your series of poems to my eldest. Let's see if she agrees to sit down for a wonderful story. Thanks always David.