erbacce-press

Weeds grow where they want to; not where they're told to...

erbacce-logoHEADER

Aurora M. Lewis

Unfinished

 

Why night after night do I attempt this poem

I was in love left with the need to express

The moment, the feelings within that cyclone

Of loving him then and now

He is a jazz man who wrapped his

 

Being around me and consumed

Who and what I was at that time

That place for which I still long

Why night after night do I attempt this poem

Loving a Jazz Man, a poem with a beginning

 

But,  will never have an end

Unable to bring back feelings of contentment

Warm kisses that ran through my body

Love making taking my breath away

I cannot bring back those days

Nor can I complete this poem

 

 

 

 

***************************************************

 

 

To purchase this book click HERE

for a direct email link to erbacce-sales

 

 

 

LewisSales