“For Her”

You are the Pole I turn around,
My needle’s North, the shade I seek
On a hot day. You are the ground
I grow in, stamina I lack.

Remember snow that caked the “Roost”?
The box of bubbly you carried?
In thickness and in stealth we last.
We are an item though not married.

My heart
is hurt
but strong
to beat
until inert
for you.

Be long
life of mine
your love a
the ending

(Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

About JMN

I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day, and watch Netflix and Prime Video for entertainment. I like to read and memorize poetry.
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