DON'T THROW YOUR LOVE AWAY.A Poem by Terry CollettA YOUTH AND AWOMAN OF THE NIGHT.Don't throw your love away, I heard her say one day. She was sitting in a chair with moonlight in her hair, brushing her fingers through the long locks giving me looks. I give no love away; I spend it wisely, I replied (although I knew I lied). Real love is not to be wasted, she said with a slight toss of her head, then went and lay on the bed, and lying back down on the bed, indicated I lay beside her if I dare or if cared to; (I hesitated what to do). I won't bite, she said. I took in the nightdress she wore: a dull red. Not what I heard, I told her. She smiled (the kind of smile to drive me wild). Well come try; don't be shy, she uttered looking at me temptingly (silly me). Do I dare? (the T.S. Eliot poem came to mind). Come on, she said, don't keep me waiting alone. I stood looking at her lying there: do I dare to eat a peach? Or suck her fruits? Taste my ware, she said with a slight shake of her head. Not sure, I replied. She lay back and sighed: don't throw your love away, I heard her say, let me be your testing ground. I gazed at her taking in her soft fruits, but made no sound. © 2016 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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