Under almond tree, I remembered you
murmuring blues, your face a poem
I traced with walnut ink & red feather
Wrinkled leather were your cheeks, soft rain
Softer still were your fingertips, milk-warm
that stirred a storm, clanging all my shores
Unmooring my usual road, I read fear
Instead of dear, purring adventure
I gathered all my luck, lures, tunes & rides
And ran- from the moon-tides, me & you
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Toddaid, hosted by Merril Smith. Join us at 3pm EST to find out more about this poetry form.
