Poetry of John Shaw

      Welcome Home


      At long last we will be where each are
      as if a fantasy come to,
      each in a hand, by the sea
      moments seemingly more lasting,
      smiles each flashing uncontrollably
      between I and you and us
      and thus each moment a moment true
      your skin again touch I anew


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