Robert Beveridge
Holding Your Hand
In the rose-garden
behind your house
I hold your hand.
On the trellis before us
roses intertwined
keep the light out.
It is warm in here,
and deep, so I can
not see you
but I know you are here
by the pressure of your hand
and the scent of your perfume.
Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in The Literary Yard, Big Windows, and Locust, among others.
Holding Your Hand
In the rose-garden
behind your house
I hold your hand.
On the trellis before us
roses intertwined
keep the light out.
It is warm in here,
and deep, so I can
not see you
but I know you are here
by the pressure of your hand
and the scent of your perfume.
Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in The Literary Yard, Big Windows, and Locust, among others.