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Era Grover Poem
I want to hear your voice
the feel to the switch poise
the drool when you stop and swagger
the cool when you drip honeyed dagger
into the curl and fray and elite stagger
I want to touch the sunbathing mount in it
drown in drawl husky
battering against the rain and wind of day
I want it christen me with bubbles of hope, fun
humor all over
a hand against mine , a foot tapping dash of your lush
nuances, plucking, wheeling around in a twirl,
a beep of surprise, a nicety as the bribe
a filigree of drive to say, to speak into a utter
the ultimate dine of i love you...
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Era Grover Poem
Light of early dawn
came trickling through his pane
a plain stalk in the fields of unknown sow
least felt reap and the reigning deep
He saw where his dagger hung
Sheathed safely on the wall of sprung
In swollen tides or calm, he lived by
the swell of the sea
A vow to succor
Save, content, not ask for more
what goes over, on or under
is here to stay
Plunder the thunder
It is the Summer night
Shining in the galaxy
Like a friend in the shadow
I draw a fine
Copyright © Era Grover | Year Posted 2013
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