Come Lovingly

by

Alan C. Keimig

My fingers tingle at your lips, my
Palms warm against your cheek grow
Wet along your tears. Why should you
Not cry at this reality and I like you
Inside my heart well my cry up into
My ocean tide to tear the surrounding
shore from my sides. Turn to the zephyr
Wind and howl my gray voice loud into
My despair still it is the ruby of your
Lips which crest against my sorrow,
Which raise me to new hopes
Feathered in my touching hands,
It is your sudden tears at leaving
Which builds my ambition at your
New prospects. Woman, gentle woman
Save your pain for others. Come
To me with joy, with the softness of
your giving, come to me with love
As often as you will, as often as the
Minutes let me love you then I will
As good here as in the distance which
Converges at the door. So come and
Go as often as you will as this love
Lets you but only with your love, with
Knowing love, my friend I stay with
You even as you part your minutes here.

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