LET ME by Garnet Howse

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Name: Garnet Howse

PenName: Garnet Howse

Genre: Poems/ Shortstory

Profession: Accountant/ Auditor

Location: Blantyre, Malawi

Period of writing : 10years

LET ME

Let me love you, the way I know to

Let me be the only one to hold you

Let me be the first one to call you every morning

Not to be solitary or longing

Let me lie down on this soft bed with you

Gum our skins fret in the ambience too

Let me taste the lips that have slept the hale night

Let me share the breath, so sweet, warm and tight

Let me carry you to the river streams

Where showers will drop and cleanse us from our sins

Until black turns to white

Let me smile then, and I gestate words that

can help me contrive your body

Contrive your love

And then contrive your soul

Let me quiver in this racket pot

Do not compare me with men of that sought

Who burn with lust, whose love is molt

Let me listen to the sounds of your tears

Come closer to my chest and hear music

Playing in my heart, erasing all your fears

Let me view you then, feel you then,

Let me dispel these harlots that cling

To my money and phone!

Let me love you sweetheart! Do not weep alone!

@Garnet Howse

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