Poem: The Game

I felt his hand touch my hair

Soft and velvet

His eyes said love

His heart wanted mine

Soft and velvet.

We played a carefree game

Avoiding his gentle touch

Teasing that he displayed too much.

Laughing that he loved just me

He laughed and told me, “Never”

Yet his heart showing through his eyes

Said, “Forever”.

1979

© 1976-2020. Charlyne Blatcher Martin
No reproduction, copying or reprinting of this poem without permission.

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Published by Charlyne Blatcher Martin

Freelance Writer; Editorial Consultant; Creator/Host of Comcast’s Something To Talk About; and, Playwright. I enjoy reading Regency and other historical fiction and non-fiction and sci-fi. Gourmet cooking is a favorite pastime.

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