bride poems

Poem: In My Heart I Reserve (for Zulu-Like Brides)

My profession Love condescending who cares! This abstract, my gospel An enjoyable epithet My possession Quite episodic Without grip of freezing fear Jealousy seems an option One back facing the other An ocean-wide But for these Your thoughts clutching my chest Spreading ecstasy And aura of lovemaking Your touch, motherly Your smile, reverend You are…