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And Decided Not to be A Sailor Afterall

Round Stones Do Not Trouble My Feet

Figurative Oil Painting
36″ x 36″


i don’t want to hold you tightly in my arms

a cage of flesh and bone for your body

better you come to me of your own accord

free as a butterfly lands on an quivering leaf

i will wait for you to come don’t be long

arms open to hold you tenderly as the smallest bird

teach me how to touch your hair just so

to love you like a wild thing freed of bonds

the lightning storm of my love will only last

as long as it takes the trees to turn to ash

poetry by Philip McAdam