To Spring
By Lisa Walsh-Miller

I am looking for a lover.
Someone I can go to in the middle of the night.
Someone that I can seduce in the dark hours of dawn
before the light enters the day and all sound is black.
When the air slips by you, dark suede upon your face
A lover to stroke and touch me when I am
a woman and life is sweet like plums.

Lisa Walsh-Miller is a mother of four teenage children, works in NYC full time for an internet company, is a student at New York University, and believes that there are many things to accomplish in this lifetime. She is an active member of the St. Mark's Poetry Project, and spends her time studying various forms of poetry and literature.


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