Old love Poems
The South Park Street Cemetery
by Lokenath Roy
Once in a while, I used to
visit the cemetery.
We would hold hands,
and barge around in plump happy faces.
you would spend the afternoon smiling to my gibberish;
and by dusk,
I shall be swimming in your mermaid eyes.
......
Cloth
by Bryan Largay
If you die before me
I just might do the laundry
Playing memory matching socks
That warmed with fuzz your chilly toes
Touch the straps that crossed your back
The tops that lit your eyes
Cuts you picked to claim the day
Weaves and prints that drew you in
To linger at a rack or on a page
That heard your voice Oh… I like that….
......
The South Park Street Cemetery
by Lokenath Roy
Once in a while, I used to
visit the cemetery.
We would hold hands,
and barge around in plump happy faces.
you would spend the afternoon smiling to my gibberish;
and by dusk,
I shall be swimming in your mermaid eyes.
......
Cloth
by Bryan Largay
If you die before me
I just might do the laundry
Playing memory matching socks
That warmed with fuzz your chilly toes
Touch the straps that crossed your back
The tops that lit your eyes
Cuts you picked to claim the day
Weaves and prints that drew you in
To linger at a rack or on a page
That heard your voice Oh… I like that….
......
