Poem for her 417

Dear Readers,



Soft Touch


Your hands there on the table holding mine
I look at your arm and see the freckles
I want to kiss two or three and then the rest
Over the course of a slow and long steady week
That spans the time we are sitting here
Slow the spinning of the second hand
The pace of the car game has stopped
The sound of your sighs holding me close
I want to slowly kiss every hair of your arm
Then I smile as you say, Go ahead Love
I draw your picture from memory as I write
The sound of lips pressing skin and breath
The sound of your sighs as I kiss softly
The day wears that soft after glow of touch


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.