I ran out of time this week so I am digging deep into my reserve of outtakes from prior HNT shoots to find something I never posted before. I actually thought to use this one for national poetry month in April along with the verse by Sara Teasdale I've included. Well, better late than never, right?
Happy Poetic HNT from the private reserves of Lime.
I gave my life to another lover,
I gave my love, and all, and all--
But over a dream the past will hover,
Out of a dream the past will call.
I tear myself from sleep with a shiver
But on my breast a kiss is hot,
And by my bed the ghostly giver
Is waiting tho' I see him not.