Lynn White

Don’t Go

When I’m with you

I feel I am whole.

Captured and completed.

Engulfed by you.

When you kiss me

all my fears disappear

in the kiss.

Where do they go?

I don’t know.

Do you wrap them round your tongue

and swallow them whole?

I don’t know.

I only know the comfort

I feel, such peace.

So don’t go.

Don’t go.

Please,

don’t

go.

First published by Stacey Savage, Ed, One Love Foundation, We Are Poetry, An Anthology Of Love Poems, 2015

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For Love

I’d always loved flowers.

You helped me

surround myself with them

to bring me joy.

I would like to lie in my garden

in the mist of the soft sweet smelling mist

of them 

for ever.

But everything has it’s time,

its time to live,

and its time to die

and only the flowers 

will bloom eternally

each in its season

for love.

This is my season for living

and it’s now that I need them.

The flowers you carried 

in that season are for me.

Later they should be for you

for all of you that I left behind

and all of you still to come

to life.

Don’t let them die

for love

of me.

Nobody wants dead flowers,

least of all, dead people.

First published in the Journal Of Expressive Writing, Spring 2023

Lovers

Afterwards

we lay there naked

looking through the window

at the paired down blue landscape.

We thought

it was just as if waiting

for Magritte to add 

a surreal touch.

We thought

if only

a fine artist

was standing behind us

easel and paints at the ready.

What a beautiful picture

we would make lying there

in love even without a surreal touch.

First published in Ekphrastic Review, Bertram Brooker Writing Challenge, September 2020