More Than Just A Contented Man
Dear lord,
I want you in the sauna,
slippery
salty and wet with your
hair matted
and several shades darker ..
Clinging to your
shoulders and your back
like sun shy ivy
crawling over church walls ..
Dear lord,
if only I could have you like
that again
perhaps just once or maybe
at a push
even twice, then I may well
be ready to die
somewhat more so than just
a contented man ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For anyone interested, my fourteenth anthology will be available via Amazon almost anywhere on this earth of ours from next week .. if we all make it that far .. It is called Falling With Icarus & Other Words in Progress .. Monies raised in aid of Brain Tumour Research if you want to know why, then please feel free to ask .. Cheers Neville 💛
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