For A Year
The Haib, 27/12/1972
Long, dark hair, subtle feeling answer,
Turning me on in the auditorium
Before the play.
Voice of rising gladness in the corridor,
Dark carpet floor, you facing me,
Appreciation, saying "Please".
Consciously feminine, but something previous,
Shouting clear and me hearing -
For a year! But wondering
About echoes, if everything was true.
And if it was, I think I love you!
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