poems, Short poems

Tested

Tested

09/04/2018

I watched her purity read my spirit.

I watched her thirst drink my mind.

I refueled my forgiveness when she placed her hand in mine.

She read my every thought with a finger down the line.

A sentence to the solitude “I’m not yours but you are mine”

I watched her purity read my spirit.

I succumbed unto her breast.

Was this a new reality?

Another of his tests?

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Short poems

One

One

19/02/18

Don’t hurt me.

Don’t desert me.

Give me warning.

Church is calling.

Intrusive reasons.

Brand new seasons.

Calling oil dwellers

To the city sellers.

Let the peace heal.

Let the world feel.

Be as one.

One.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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