couldn't have loved melike I thought you did
even though your kiss
was a gift each time
upon my brow
and now,
I think upon those times,
how much of that rush
was me
reading between the lines
of our affection?
Under this vast sky
of deepest blue
amidst the flocked
cry of starlings
from atop these majestic
columns
I am moved
moved by what
this deep blue sky
this flock of birds
these wispy white clouds
can do to me
and yet,
is it not I
who makes them 'moving'
lest everyone should stop,
gape and sigh
at this night's wonderful gifts
as I debate
whether there was love
and not just lust,
between the sheets
of you and I.
By Mary E. Lohan
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