Sonnet from London
by Jonathan Potter
I hold your London hand in mine and kiss
Your London lips the Thames could overflow
And wash our bed down to the flagrant sea
Down to the stormy sea but quietly
But quietly my love breathe carefully
And we will sleep perchance to dream of sleep
But first I kiss your London lips again.
You are the girl I’m dreaming of within
My dream of dreaming as I climb the steep
The spiral stair to seek you prayerfully
Uncomprehend the end to make your plea
For morning and the sun poetically
Arisen from what’s going on below
When I can hold your London hand in bliss
Jonathan Potter, “Sonnet from London” from Tulips for Elsie. Published by Korrektiv Press, © Jonathan Potter.
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