Books, Poetry & Prose: [1] Will I know her?



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Samples of my very own Poetry and Short Stories, and one or two not so short stories, as well as my thoughts on Books, Writing, Life and the Universe.

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I was born in Motherwell, an industrial town in Scotland. I have lived in various parts of the world, including Edinburgh, London, New York, Seattle and now Australia's Gold Coast Hinterland where I have settled with my Australian wife Kerrianne. If you are into Books, Literature and Writing, welcome to my weblog. If not, welcome anyway.

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  • [01]Will I Know Her?
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    The Schoolboy
    Our Lady's High School, Motherwell 1966

    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    Fyodor Dostoyevsky

    [1] Will I know her?

    I can see her.
    She walks calmly, assuredly
    In my direction.
    I watch the smile form on her lips
    Those lips so warm and inviting
    Yet somehow distant,
    Out of reach, out of bounds.

    Will I know her?

    I can smell her.
    She sits next to me, quietly,
    Effortlessly rousing my senses.
    Her scent intoxicates me
    Both placating and inspiring
    The passion deep inside.
    My heart is pounding.

    Will I know her?

    I can feel her.
    She stirs and our legs touch.
    A shock runs through me,
    Nerve ends reeling in its path,
    Head spinning in its wake,
    Mind racing in its aftermath.
    Does she notice? Does she care?

    Will I know her?

    I can love her.
    She listens to my calling,
    Welcomes my embrace,
    Such glorious reward,
    Like a sinner finding grace,
    I grasp the nettle, take up the sword.
    She noticed. She cares.

    Will I know her?


    I wrote this poem for my wonderful wife Kerrianne when we were courting over the internet while she was in Australia and I was in Scotland.

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    Kerrianne

    1 Comments:

    Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Hi TJ. I like the poem. I am a lesbian but doesnt stop me saying you have a nice warm face. and I hope you wont mind if I say your wife is so lovely. yummy yummy kerrianne.

     

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