In soft black allusions
I bury my face
Finding hard white elusions
Of love’s embrace
Desperate wishes puncture
My complacency and guide
Me swiftly to her side
Gently drawing closer
Baby strands of hair
Mark her lady fair
And leads my heart yield
Keeping her as my shield
In soft black allusions
I bury my face
Finding hard white elusions
Of love’s embrace
Desperate wishes puncture
My complacency and guide
Me swiftly to her side
Gently drawing closer
Baby strands of hair
Mark her lady fair
And leads my heart yield
Keeping her as my shield
Retired Professor of Literary Criticism/Philosophy/History. Retired USAR Lieutenant Colonel. Father of six.
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The Poetry of Jeffrey L. H. Naylor