by M. Douglas Hoss
You have wept inside, so long, for a love
and joy that brings those tears man conjures
with their kiss. You have kept your fingertips,
your sweet whispers, with all they feel and hope
for the only one who can ever touch
or hear your voice. You hold this holy ground
of purest resistance believing this
is the spot that truly is your birthright.
Let this be our refuge then; in our tears,
our touch and our holy whispers spoken
for this is the place we should be in love,
so deep within our devoted coexistence.
And let this be our heaven; you and I,
hearts always filled with a perfect joy.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
M. Douglas Hoss was born in Wichita, Kansas on March 28th, 1957. He has studied English and poetry for over twenty years, and in 2005 had his first book "From Time To Time" published by the Western Virginia Foundation for the Arts and Sciences, which was so successful, that signed copies of a first edition paperback sell for over $80.00 on the internet. Afterwards, he taught English and College level literature overseas and later moved to Seattle, Washington where he now resides, working on his next three books.
Last updated April 25, 2013