I almost went to bed
without remembering
the four white violets
I put in the button-hole
of your green sweater
and how I kissed you then
and how you kissed me
shy as though I’d
never been your lover.
a place for poetry
I almost went to bed
without remembering
the four white violets
I put in the button-hole
of your green sweater
and how I kissed you then
and how you kissed me
shy as though I’d
never been your lover.