Poem for her 348

Dear Readers,



Grey with reddish pin stripes

Smooth shoulders there in the morning chill
The heat of the evening past flowing slow
The goose pimples you laugh about
As my fingers cool touch your neck
The plate on the table empty and smiling
It had our toast and eggs and rice
And the noodles and the shrimp too
Splashed all on top of it
We napped and whispered the day by
The notes and flowers drawn on the pages
The Words you wrote singing softly to me
The thoughts of your feet in my hands
The look of you standing there eyes alight
The feel of time standing still
The touch of lips keeping me
Always and Forever hands held together
The coffee warm and the glass full
Thinking of lines to write on you


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.