3 poems by j. lorna strayer

ADJUSTMENTS TO BE WORN

A matter of adjustments to be worn As stereotyped patterns, although borne

Through calendar months, now torn.

CONSUMMATION

Had love not dared, To drop its mask, To speak its name, To walk in light, Consider the lossHad love not dared.

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I KNOW MY LOVE

I know my love as apropos,

To features fine as cameo,

Her zest a primal well within,

A picture that is feminine,

She plays a game of touch-and-go.

It is sufficient that I know, Between us runs an under-tow, A sameness in our origin, I know my love.

Each meeting sparks a special glow, Like kisses under mistletoe.

She won't admit our love has been,

A fortress from each foe within.

I see it live; I feel it grow.

I know my love.

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