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Jacob Bolton Poem
I once had a girl
or should I say
she once had me.
with a soul so tender it
melted in your arms
and warm enough to want
to curl up to, she took me.
and with hands cool as stone
that could reach into your raw self,
and shake the very roots of humanity,
and to good health, she raised me.
we walked as gods would,
if they would breathe like us,
if they could need like us
and love like us.
touch like us and
enjoy like us,
the gifts of being
young like us
and being
merely us.
the days were devoid
of a sense of time,
as one-track as trees
growing, just up, up, up.
and the nights were sweet
and dark and long
with cool skin on skin
and hand on heart, songs
to a god not there,
and the art of offering
all to another.
how could I have known
which the way the winds would have blown,
and which trees would have grown
had I known the earth
a little better,
known that seeds need to be sown
and now this bird has flown, and
I once had a girl
or should I say
she once had me.
Copyright © Jacob Bolton | Year Posted 2010
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