French Cologne



As tears replaced the kiss of love
With long nights of sleeping alone
That grasp the lingering scent of
A French cologne.
The study books can’t hold my mind
My heart is lost in time and space
Beyond the glass behind the blind
I see the face.
The face that turns my lips to smile
And holds my eyes within a trance
The love that makes my wait worthwhile
Over distance.
I long for weekends and the kiss
That through the week I sorely miss.


© JG Farmer 2014

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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