Poem: admine, by H.W. Freedman

and he
without teeth and leg
on his one floundering . . .
reached his hand
to her
his eyes asking not to be seen
his soul asking to be caressed
his body asking to be at rest
and she
head tilted down
peeked shyly
and gave adime
she smiledfrowned
and he
wishing it were up
looked into her
and said
and thought

Author: poetryfest

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