Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Poetry Tuesday on Wednesday


--Georgia Johnson

I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.

I want to die while you love me,
And bear to that still bed,
Your kisses turbulent, unspent,
To warm me when I'm dead.

I want to die while you love me,
Oh, who would care to live
Till love has nothing more to ask
And nothing more to give!

I want to die while you love me
And never, never see
The glory of this perfect day
Grow dim or cease to be.


Brian said...

Nice poem; even nicer bark.

Bossy Betty said...

Thanks! I took picture of my bite too, and it was even a little nicer than my bark.


Brian said...

I can understand with your TMJ history and its usage frequency you'd need to reassess your bite once in a while.

I saw some giant sequoias last week -- now that was some really cool bark. I even saw the Wawona tree they cut the hole in so that cars could drive through it. I just walked through, examining nearly a hundred years' worth of chiseled graffiti on the tree's interior. Not even anything interesting, just name, year, name, year, name, year . . . that's no way to treat the oldest living things on the planet.