Free verse № 130201
Jack
I was a branch,
void of leaves,
naked and brittle,
adjusted to cold,
and could outlast winter.
He fell gently on me,
like a snowflake,
not needed, but warm,
like a spring leaf returned,
when a leaf must die,
yet he rested softly,
a repairer of breaches,
where no lack I saw,
restorer of forgotten paths,
creator of places dwell in.
8 comments
A breech is the buttocks.
I can't speak for Dovina on this but I think she'd rather have Jack working on her breach and not her breech. But then again...
Is the last line missing a word or maybe "ed" at the end of "dwell".
It's a good little love poem.
Jack is either a rebound lover or Jack Frost?
Hell Jack could even be the dog. But if you were to tell me that Jack was the name of your vibrator I'd piss my pants laughing and proclaim you super-genius.
Jack is none of the above. Thanks.
Jack: Your son? Jack Kerouac? Pet?
See, versatile poetry.
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