Tajma Hall - Content

I love to be loved
I sit nervous
left with crackling thumbs
my fingers work
wonders why I haven't still
asked of the stars
what beloved does fall
from the sky I beckon
loving to be loved
slave to spousal duties
conflict with the prim
properly I ask of thee
tonight I wish not; why be
alone I again, wait on
this nervous ending
of a confident plea
in hopes of discovering
a love just for me

Tajma Hall

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