(Formerly: Feeding His Soul)
I have a deep affection she said, real
and enduring. I don’t lose my head to
it, nor am I slave to love anymore.
It was all he could have asked in this
brave, truth-telling age, ever more than
he would have anxiously hoped for;
and as far as he was concerned, it was
the same breathless madness of 38 years
past – still gravidly feeding his soul…
© 2007, I.D. Carswell
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