Jeff Connelly Poet I do not know?

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 Pigeon Tart July 22, 2019 at 8:50 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 July 23, 2019 at 6:06 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 July 21, 2019 at 5:39 PM I agree with David, wonderful love poem... heartfelt... salute alkas Jeff Connelly July 23, 2019 at 6:08 PM Thanks Alkas. If you come back to this comment please read what I wrote to Maureen.

David Mchattie July 20, 2019 at 11:52 PM Wonderful poem about love my friend. Have a great day. Jeff Connelly July 23, 2019 at 10:49 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.