Lost Love Letters of Lucas Solace (youngest son of Rowland DeBois)

My mind’s synapse, my eye’s iris, my heart’s beat– Genevieve

I’ve prayed and prayed for some new invention, that I might write a poem
worthy of your affection.  Some metaphor never welded, some simile never cast,
unthought by eons of aching poets, clawing out in writing from the past.

My spine tingles and my hand shakes knowing your fingers will touch these pages.  But that I were paper, so soon to feel your gaze upon me.  I envy the ink of my pen, to be graced by your presence.




more fevered




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