Lost Love by Tobias Maxwell

That first time I held your hand,

I found recognition and lust.

Our fingers, our palms seemed to have meshed,

This deep intuition that captivated my spirit.


We had danced and toked up,

Looked into each other’s eyes,

We had not kissed yet. We were waiting

For cues from a kismet that lurked.


A cosmology that would evince

Whatever it was that we were undertaking.

This meeting of minds, a fiat of love

We would nestle and nurture, then quietly abandon.
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About the Poet:

Tobias Maxwell is the author of three novels, The Month After SeptemberThomas, and The Sex and Dope Show Saga; a novella, And Baby Makes Two; four memoirs, Naked Ink, Diary of a Smalltown Boy, Vol. 1 & 21973—Early Applause, 1977—The Year of Leaving Monsieur, and 1983—The Unknown Season; as well as a poetry collection, Homogium. His new novel, 2165 Hillside, is being published in June of 2022. You can find more about the author by visiting his website and blog at: tobiasmaxwell.com

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