A Forgarty’s Lady and a Boy with a Man’s Need

Poet: Patrick George I love the way you lookAt seven in the morningMy fantasy darling,Like a flower in a gardenReturning from a nightOf dew bathing,Counting stars,And catching moonlightOn peach cream petals. And your smile, like Solomon’s scimitarSlices through morning shadows,Throwing down gloves to the sunAs if for no other reasonThan to let it be known,There’s something brighter around. Oh, how […]