As "Butterfly" mourned her lover's
slow return...
I mourn your careless lift of brow.
The annoyance...hardly perceptible...
in your eyes
The slower beating of your heart.
The kiss that lingers yet in lingering reveals.
Our love is now a page reread too oft
Tho of the turning you are not aware.
Links to other sites on the Web
Abour Eleanor and Her Other Poems
Her Grandson David
Eleanor's Dreamer of Dreams
Eleanor's My Soul's Despair
© 1997 [email protected]
This page hosted by 
Get your own Free Home Page