The pit of your eyes
are dark as night...
You were a soft spring
that spoke to me...
Your gaze
holds mine steady...
Our lips pressed close, I breathe in the
breath you have pushed from your chest...
He nestles near a river bed
of golden rod and honeysuckle...
This poem was for a club challenge, never had time...
With our friendship coming to a shamble...
We first met and then we went away,
You came again in my life in new way...
Your fingertips travel from rib cage
to hip bone like country back roads...
The musing and the bellowing out the chorus door,
By the deep somber tune of the cello...
Your words spread like ashes,
over the hill top of my tear soaked eye lashes...
Hey there girl, you're lookin' so beautiful.
I tell you I Love it when I see you smile...
The sound of your voice
The feel of your touch...