as well as your heart?Â
Your ears were hiddenÂ
beneath your beautiful hair.Â
beneath your beautiful hair.Â
Intently you gather the harvest
 from the world's deck
 from the world's deck
 Apples and tomatoes,Â
grapes and sunbeams…
grapes and sunbeams…
words, my thoughts,Â
From the mature potted plants,Â
It was easy to see themÂ
all reflected in pools
 of wet dreams.Â
 of wet dreams.Â
Endless blue hot days of JulyÂ
With only tears for rainÂ
from getting onÂ
to anguished thoughts.Â
to anguished thoughts.Â
That was all beforeÂ
we waywardly met.Â
we waywardly met.Â
Before the chilly darkness,
left your own heart
 to flee as metaphors from my pen.Â
Did I chase you too far?
Thomas T Kemp Â
POETRY I wrote FOR YOUÂ
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