Dancing or wearing almost nothing at all

Dancing or wearing almost nothing at all

Dancing or wearing almost nothing at all

A Poem by Mark G. Pennington

It’s too early for wine,

It’s too late or everything else;

I won’t send to you my heart

But you’ll have to agree.

No poems about the woman

Whose eyes could part the ocean.

I know you can’t hear me now

But I’m writing to speak to those

Who can’t be reached.

You have it your way,

I’ll have love your way too.

Across the seas,

Over the beaches,

Inside caves,

In memory she occupies a place for

Hearts whose men disguise themselves.

She Of Underneath

She Of Underneath

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