Poem for her 308

Dear Readers,


Nibbling


The eyes looked at me across the table
The picnic sat out was one of many
We had had over the years
I was not eating as much as she was
But I was eating her up with my eyes
The very wave of hair
The every glint of sunlight on strand
We would nibble a bite or two
We'd talk or say something about the food
We were almost always trying something new
But every day with her I was nibbling
On her with my eyes
Even when I am not in the same room as she
I can look at her image in my sight
And hunger for the look of her
Yet food is just untouched in front of me
She knows these thoughts we speak of them
She giggles and laughs and sighs
And I am fed once more with each breath
I touch her skin and my hand glides
In slow progress over it's edges and ways
And as we picnic on the spread table
I nibble with eyes on her sighs


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.