Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
1d
come to
my window
have a glass of wine
you must see that
I think of you most
all of the time.

join me
in the garden
come sit and talk awhile
and I'll try to hide the fact
of what you're doing to me
with your smile.

stay awhile
but I warn you
never touch my hand
because then everything
I'm feeling you'd easily
understand.
Sam Harty
Written by
Sam Harty  63/F/La
(63/F/La)   
18
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems