Tuesday, August 24, 2010

from FaceBook Poetry Group's prompt "purity"

A Mind Unmapped

“Pure in thought as angels”
Samuel Rogers

Your eyes, unblinking
Gaze straight into my soul
As we regard each other
For time out of time

I try hard to clear
My mind, not send
Any messages your way
Wonder what you might

Send mine when warmth
Suffuses me with such love
I am fair dropped, knocked
Straight down to my knees

And still our eyes
Remain locked;
The scent of baby
Powder is faint


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