Poem for her 484

Dear Readers,


Flowers on the table

The pansies were in cups and pots and a tray
All ready to be set out in the yard places
There you were with pencil in hand and chart
The layout of the yard and your glasses on
You had a new job were being a consultant
The girl in the mirror of my dreams and smiles
There doing the job I had offered you just today
But this was a layered forward and backwards look
The past perfect tense of the verb being Home
We have sat down with notebook between us
There with pen in hand and drawn out plans
This day the flowers were on the table and many
Ready to be planted to grow bigger and bright
Then some picked and added to salads and tea
The seed packs would go into other ground
There was lots of time as the clocks go Tick
Talk about the tock and the click clack and
You might look at a nail and say Red today?
Or you might just smile at me more coffee love.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

FRN Party

Dear Readers,


Free Right Now

Is the political party I created in July 2007 in this blog linked here.

http://dan-ur.blogspot.com/2007/07/

Most of that post was just the thought experiment. But I was serious and did a lot of talking to people on the streets of Little Rock, and North Little Rock.

Most of my platform was based on better thoughts about how would Jesus run a nation if that was his mission. His arrival was sending shockwaves throughout his little neck of the world way back then. But I was set free by his arrival, was born in a nation that had a motto of all men....those words meant things to me. The meme/term of the time was What Would Jesus Do. That was the thought for me when I asked myself what would he have to say to get people thinking he'd make a good President.

I have been online as it were since the Early 80's. So it was just natural to post about my thoughts to others. I had been on other forums and told people my idea of running for POTUS and had a lot of long email back and forths with people.

Some didn't want to vote for me just because I was a Christ follower. Others wanted me to win because they loved my Ideas.

There was a few rules I set up early.

*I didn't want your money. If you wanted to give money toward the cause, then use it yourself, tell others, keep your change, I didn't need money, just the spread factor.


*Get term limits for all of congress. Which is not something the WH can do, but can sponsor the thought.

*Get a national basic income, One that can be funded like the other infrastructure needed to be done. It would all be going back into the national economy, as people would use it. The Idea being that it likely would be popular for some people and thought of as bad by others was not my worry. I wanted to insure everyone had a good start and no one would be homeless, or unfed.

*Reproductive help, You like to think that abortions are bad, and in some cases the reasoning behind them are not what some Christ followers might like. But the law as of 2007 was that it was a right of the female to have one if they wanted it. Some of the issues around having a baby is being able to afford a baby. If that was the case, then the above NBI would help solve it. But if there were other factors, then we'd Help with the other point of Health care for all. see below. So more of a planned parenthood type of national action, and help in taking care of the baby once born if we could help a mother keep the baby instead of aborting it. This issue is the hot topic still. But the baby's parents needed to be talked too. The dad of said baby also needed to be aware, if there was issues with the guy, then each case would be part of our learning curve to handle the issues of Guys being unaccountable for that. Lots of a national conversation needed to address those issues...The current Me Too movement was already an issue, but not big in the awareness side. That would be rolled into part of this issue as well. More positive actions, less just letting men get away from their sperm spreading.

*Health care for all. A national movement that covered all parts of health. Crib to grave, the eyes, ears. teeth. mind and body. There is a lot going on in humans that is the health part. Our systems don't cover it all as they stand. We would change that.

*Service for learning, Help of students all along the arch of their learning, when getting out of high school, offering them paid college and tech school, for a service term of 2 years after they graduate the money being well spent as there are a lot of things they could be doing. A big public service project much like the WPA and CCC during the depression of the 1930's. But this would be on the job training and like the Peace Corps and like the GI bill.

*Limiting our wars on wars on wars. Okay a nice military, but I am looking to make this world a better place, so a lot less banging on nations and a lot more, hey we are here to help.

There would be more in the works but I got this much ironed out all those years ago.

I didn't make a post like this in 2016 but I need to get this thought concept out of the dust bin again, as I have been posting about it in my comments online under my BioWebScape Design Project thoughts.


There you go tell me what you think.

Here, or @BioWebScape

The Peace of Christ to you all.

Charles.

Poem for her 483

Dear Readers,


The midnight hour


When the clouds cover the moon and stars
The night sounds are the music playing
The sighs as you look at me and we dance
The cards lay on the table mid play scattered
The box of graham crackers there and butter
The mug of some drink in the middle of them
The midnight hour going past the hands
The seconds ticking slower than the scene
Long ago pressed flowers under glass on wall
The vase of today's fresh cut on table
The smell of caramel on the air and your lips
The slow dance over and again swaying
The music plays on and your skirt says
Lift me up and


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 482

Dear Readers,



Summer springs


Those days when the heat outside is muggy hot
But it is only spring and the storms warm
The flowers have been up a few days
Some picked and put in the presses for later
The trees aren't even leafed out fully
The season is still barely out of winter
But the heat is here and summer feels closer
The day is so hot you break out the shorts
I like your legs so don't mind seeing them
The heat is odd in spring like this
The flannel sheets come off the bed
The sweaters get thought of being put up
The cold is likely lurking close by so
We keep a watch out and the spare blanket
The shorts have belt loops too, such joy
Legs and the slow sure tug and then a kiss
The days warm but the mint julep iced
Minty fresh kisses and slow porch swings

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 481

Dear Readers,



Malt shakes

The beer was right there but I was after malt
The powder fine in bags and sticky sweet smell
The milk was a fine powder too I wanted more
The drink was going to be cool and thick
The shake a bit of cold cold ice cream and
Mixtures of things and then the two above
Then chilled to re thicken and served
It was an experiment and it would be eaten
Then we'd make it again to work out details
The way to that prefect taste is to try
Then if you get it, to remember how it went
The smile on your face said many things
You have always liked my cooking and I can see
You smile now as to those things I have made
That you said the words about already
I love to cook for you it is a sweet pleasure
I love watching you nibble and taste
I love you babe

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 480

Dear Readers,


Early Morning


The time I roll over an see it is early
The light outside is still stars in the sky
The feeling is hunger and want and You are there
Touching your shoulder and hearing you sleep
Not wanting to wake you knowing that you'd be up
Not easy to go back to sleep so listen to you
Rest and try the light to slow out of mind
Awake and aware and wanting to just be there
Wanting my childhood carnation and milk
Eggs I plan some toasted bread and then you stir
I know you are awake your breathing has changed
I whisper good morning and continue kisses
My hand over the edges of you and you roll
The morning kisses and touches and real slow
The dawn breaks outside and we slow and calm
The intense of the dreams going away and you
There soft and morning dew sweet and aglow


Happy birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 479

Dear Readers,


While we slept


The world turned round and round
The heat outside our window went up
The sound of your slumber comfort
The sound of your sighs comfort
The sound of the day slumber and light
Summer rolled in down south
Spring still budding out up north
The snows of the seasons still there
Outside our window the world went round
The bed sheets over your hips
The soft sound of my voice you hear
The soothing poems many and slow
The sound of your slumber comfort
The clock read a bit more than an hour
The world slid by and we dreamed
The dreams many of things cool
Belt loops pulled and kisses long
The days filled with you and me full
The sounds of the waking joyous
We kiss and snuggle and then

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 478

Dear Readers,


Coconut and Grape

The recipe was new but untried
We had to taste test it but hadn't
The mixture was going to be odd
We knew that, but what would it be like
We still aren't sure as we haven't yet
Tried it in the fullness of the glass
While we talked about the recipe, a kiss
Then that led to a few dance steps
Over here to the table and then
We sat down and had that other talk
About how your shoulders felt
Under my finger tips and the sweater
The sweater left the shoulders
The shoulders had some straps
Those slunk down and the kiss
The night was just us and the fire
Lit not in the grate over in the wall
But tingling here on chairs by the table
Then the couch for more comfy
Then well then things happened
And after that the dawn rose up
The morning is bright and your lips
Again are prefect as you are


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 477

Dear Readers,


The Sweater

The chill of spring and your arms cool
The sweater one of many hung in closet
Folded on the shelf and being made by hand
Those items that seem warm just by look
The colors of the Icelandic wool soft
The earth tones and shades of beige
The sweater that you wore that day in may
The one that you wore on the date last week
The one on your arms right now all warm
All different and many more to hold
Soft furry feel but not furry
Soft colors or bold and wine flavored
The feel of them in my hands
When you are in them is relaxing
And when they are on a shelf I see you
They play over your frame and I see you
I see you as you read these lines
And I smile as I know your face
Warmed by the thought of sweaters
Warmed by the thought of our kisses

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 476

Dear Readers,



Stir the dreams

Slide over here babe and kiss me
Slide over here babe and snuggle close
Slide over here babe and let's dream
Take a trip down slumberland drive
Then see the sights at the dreamy lane
The sounds of you on my shoulder soft
Your hair in my fingers gentle tickle
The day is warming as summer coasts near
The soft sheets cool to the touch
Let us stir a few more dreams now
See where the flowing river goes
Take my hand let's dance a while
Let's see the morning dew again
Sweet under foot and cool to toes
The sound of your singing so near
As we shower the sleepy eyes awake
The water merging on us as we kiss


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 475

Dear Readers,



Spring stars


The nights are getting warmer
The flowers scent the air
The dusk breezes not so cold
The stars shine in the sky
Your hands inside my coat
The look of you close
Your lips tender in the dark
The night stars in your eyes
The disk of the moon sliver
The edges of the night soft
There you are in the shadow
Of the trees out here
Your lips softly say
Kiss me again love
Kiss me again

And I do


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 474

Dear Readers,


Spring Snow

The porch was a bit cold but we swung
The snow was falling on our flowers
Why we wondered did the snow come back
We knew the warm weather was somewhere
Just not at the cabin yet like it was
Just days ago when we were out planting
The camera did take a photo of me Barefoot
Ankles deep in the new snow of yesterday
Today we braved the chill to sit and swing
We cuddled and shared the hand warmers
We got up and took one last look at the snow
Went inside and drank our hot mint tea
Then the dinner warmed us more and cards
Then the long long slow dance of evening
The comfy bed and hot fireplace and
Kissing into the wee hours and sleep
The dawn shone and the snow was gone
A distant memory with more flowers out
The Spring watered in chill water but fresh
Fresh like your lips on mine every day

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 473

Dear Readers,


Thumb soaks


The thumb hurt from that tussle it had
The jar didn't open and the thumb tired
The thumb was feeling poorly now and cried
The other hands felt sad and took thumb aside
And got the hot water going and epsom salts
Got a hot tea too a big dollop of rum
Then the hands took the thumb off to soak
They helped the unhurt thumb too by holding
There was a bit of soft whispering going on
The as the warm towel was applied a bit of kiss
The hurt thumb was taken care of day and night
Held softly and warm bathed and cared for
Then one day the hurt woke up all gone
The days were still just as careful to keep
The thumps all joined in a game of cards
Then the hot tea with dollop of that shot glass
There was a small dance step or three
There was a long night held closely sweet


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 472

Dear Readers,



Two Touch

The fingers interlaced seen over and over
The hand holding that is mingled with
Mingled with and mingled with an unknown
The knowledge that we are touching
But can't tell anyone what it is like
The knowledge that we don't want to stop
The knowing that when we do there is lack
When I sit and you stand and I pull on loops
The feeling you have is drawn near pulled close
There is that tugging at the center of you
The soft touch of fingers on skin clear
The soft kiss of lips on the ankle bare
Sends the goosebumps over you as you read
The lines that you know my fingers touch
Drawing us closer and closer till the spark
Of those skin points and finger pads slight
Making the fire in the grate flare so bright
The fingers interlaced and held close again


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 471

Dear Readers,


Gallon bags of a cracker

Single cracker in a gallon bag
How to store the spare crackers from a pack
One hundred bags One cracker each
The thought was told you today
The topic was leftovers
Where to put the onions
The pot full of chili
Chicken and turkey ground
The onion and the tomato
You asked if I was alright
I smiled the yes to you
You sliced the onion
The descriptions of the game
Told between nibbles of cracker
The crackers and the gallon bags a topic
The kisses and the smell of food
The tomato and the spices
The kiss of your hand
The kiss of your lips
The chili forgotten
The day slowed down
The kiss lasting
And lasting
And

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 470

Dear Readers,


Garden Salad


The spring bunny in us gets the leaves
As you see I posted this thought after all
The belt loops I helped you pull up and
Then sent you on the garden way
The grass was fine and light with dew
The herbs growing small and the leaves
That we picked for the salad small
Tucked into the bowl with the bits
Of this and that and some of the cheese
The dressing a bit out of your bottle
And a bit out of mine over on my side
The big bowl sorta kinda halved
But the croutons on your side
The blue salad napkins handy to both
The joy of a shared bowl or plate
Our long habit of how the meals are
Some things just feel better shared
That long talk about syntax and dust
That day we ate the eggs and toast
Long ago pictured and posed again
There as I hand you the purple Prose
The fingers and toes slide in dance
The garden salad a neat snack
Now to see which seeds to plant next


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 469

Dear Readers,


Purple spring

The flower buds coming out on the bushes
The color of the red bud in the back yard
The color of that new nail polish on you
The little flowers in the grass has lines
Of purple leaves and thin purple in the buds
The color of that dress you looked at
The shine of the fabric in that bed spread
The days long with chocolate Merlot raisins
The kiss of your lips on my hand slow and sweet
The pull of the color of sweater overhead
The toss of your hair in the tie
The long slow day of card playing and then
The long slow night of color me drawings
The ones where I get to paint on your toes
The long slow slumber of the spring day
Touching you softly with fingers and breath


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 468

Dear Readers,


Mint tea


The teapot whistled and we cheered
The bags were in the pitcher and water too
The tea seeped and I poured it in our cup
In went a few drams of the bottle
And you smiled at the smell
I asked you to dance and you stood
I pulled you close to me by your belt loops
The dance was slow and we kissed
The tea was sipped and the music played
The night slipped by and the tea gone
The edges of day worn off
We danced some more and kissed some more
The night was almost the early morning
Off to a comfy bed we tumbled
The calves and ankles free of socks
The shoulders soothed and hips held
Off to slumber land we went
Dreaming of the garden flowers
The ones we planted earlier
The mint tea smell still in the air
The belt loops gone
The kisses remain


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 467

Dear Readers,


When summer comes


The heat of the day is intense and calm
The porch swing sways in the motion of feet
We want the air to chill a bit like winter
The snows almost forgot but still wanted
Your sundress cool and me always in shorts
The birds aren't flying today taking a day off
The day is supposed to have rain but it's bright
We just got done with a walk down a shady lane
Over there beside the creek bed with water
There was that pool deep in the rocks
Where I helped you down so I could get a splash
The water was cool, I wanted you to wade in
We still talk about the few minutes of laughter
When I was just a bit ankle deep and the wave hit
Splashed on me by you pushing the water my way
The shorts are just now drying on the porch swing
The day is going to hit a record high we think
The after walk sit down swing almost over
We'll go in and play a game of cards and drink tea
I'll make it with a splash of creme de minthe
Like I talked about the other day when we bought it
You hold my hand and smile, another summer day floats by


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 466

Dear Readers,


Dinner for two

The eggs were still warm on top
The noodles in the middle were hot
The forks were moving in the video
The sounds of you and me talking
The words heard were sweet somethings
To each other about the day's events
The video runs and then the click
The smile you give me slow and neat
You like being off camera more
But you did let me film you
A lot of days the film is just dance
The sway of your feet to music
The move of you into frame
The scene outside or in
The smile you have varied
The knowledge that you are being filmed
Makes you nervous but you let me
The dinner for us taken a lot
Camera ready to see the meal
To get your hands in the photo
To get as much of you in frame as I can
The goal is for later to watch
Again dinner for two in between


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 465

Dear Readers,


Piece of Pie


The pizza arrived at our table
We were there in town tonight
I was having a bit of salad
You wanted the romaine and tomato
The day was that special one
The number meaning a bit of math
The day outside was cool and bright
Time change making it light
The half of pie was cheesy and full
The other half was thin crust
And lots of things and meats
The people around us many
The area we sat though quiet
We could of done this at home
But we needed the outing
The cabin was warm for us
Waiting in the woods for our return
The day was early spring and
It was not the end of week
I held your hand and said

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 464

Dear Readers,


Slumber


That thing that happens extra when the time changes
When we both want to nap in the afternoon after a walk
The days slip by we call winter but trying to be warm
The sun shines brighter when afternoon nears up high
The yawns come when we haven't yet done much but wake
The hands slip into each other and we dance a bit
Going sideways over toward the big couch and sit
Then talk a bit about the next picnic hungry for a drive
But restive and not wanting to leave yet maybe later
Next week when the snows finally melt and the roads dry
Over there the bed calls to just take a load off
To slumber a bit into the afternoon sunshine breeze
These days of the time change make the body reset slow
Grab your hands and off we go to slumber land dreams
Taking my notes about which flower seeds you want grown
Then soothing you to sleep with a soft tuned poem


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 463

Dear Readers,


Scrap book photos


You sent me one that we got printed that year
Then we bought the camera that wasn't a phone
The pictures were of things and hands and rocks
The streams we walked the paths we strolled
The flowers we picked the shirts we wore and more
Days hardly went by without a photo taken of you
I liked them all and you giggle at the thought
That I have slowly encouraged you to take more
They get a tiny star by them in the books
The scraps of paper drawings and the words taken
The little bits of color of rocks and trees
The new nail polish color of the week shining there
The drawings of lips and hearts and sweet nothings
The recipes and bits of photos of the food eaten
The scrap book photos and the poems slipped in
The giggles only heard on the tapes in the middle
The sounds of your singing and our thoughts on tape
The days growing on and on into a treasure trove


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 462

Dear Readers,


Always the hand holder


There you are sitting on that park bench
I saw you yet again this spring day
Sitting there with your bike nearby
I am shy and I walk up to you to say
Hey there, how was your ride today
I want to ask you out to the lake
To watch the shooting fireworks on the lawn
I can't seem to find my voice your eyes I see
Are looking at me and I smile slightly
Then the dream seems to fade as dawn hits me
The sound of your breathing so close to me
There is a wash of joy as my hands find you
So close to me, easy to touch and kiss
The dream of you is still as real as you
Laying there on Pillow and the fan moving
The sounds of dawn the birds chirping
My fingers lace into yours at your side
You stir and I hear you say softly
Always and forever come ride with me love


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 461

Dear Readers,


The window pane


There the photo starts the edge of window frame
The sound of nothing as it is not video but still
The sound of me breathing I can imagine as the frame
Holds you in a distance pose near a car door open
There is the thought which way is the going
To me or going away to other places but see you it does
There in the line up a video of you next so here
You come toward me and I get to kiss your memory again
The idea of the scrap book filled with photos in line
Tracked into a timeline many a day long centered on you
Thought about you, clicked at you, touching you
The video has your feet swinging socks on and happy
The video has you telling me a day full of things
The video has the sound of kissing but only a wall seen
There is a long space of time between bits of frames
The weeks go by and note book pages fill and photos click
Then more video of you and me in places chatting
Then the window pane again in frame looking out
At the benches and porch swing you sitting in one
The birds on the ground eating seed and likely saying

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 460

Dear Readers,


Parking lot walks


The parking lot was up near a creek bed
We had just ate breakfast and we were there
Thinking of walking off some energy
The red of your shirt was brighter outside
The plants you named and I was amazed at it
The creek likely goes downhill to the river
Under all the tracks near by and splashes
Into more water and travels to the sea
The edges there with wild plants and leaves
A slash of colors in memory held close
The hands you have colored in dark bold
The newest color of nail polish bright
Today as I write this your new color pink
Bubble gum like you say to me as I kiss them
Can't smell the gum, but can taste your skin
That soft smell of the fresh fruit you had
For breakfast and we ate and you smiled
The day remembering the parking lot cool
The day we started another parking lot far
Away down memory lane where I kissed your hands
And saw your eyes sparkle in the winter sun


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 459

Dear Readers,


Bacon


The cabin smelled of bacon fried
The kitchen had the aroma intense
The table had a pile in a bowl
And a pile on a plate hers and mine
I like mine a little under done and tiny
She likes hers crispy and slices
The eggs were on another plate and shared
The fork was in her hands and my mouth
The day was like any other yet today
Was special it was the 19th of dec
The day a phone call was made and heard
Voices of two people and then
The rest is a history told in bits
Of poems and things like notes
In a scrapbook that has a blue cover
The pages get filled and then as they do
They are put up in binders and new blanks
Fill the blue binder again so we write
The page with chocolate on its etching
Seems to make another appearance often
The bacon smell covers today's entry slightly
The smell of the taste of it on her lips
Remembered here in this poem

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 458

Dear Readers,


Brie on spoon

I had the cheese out and you were there
You had brought crackers and I the wine
The mixture of the taste of your lips
On my lips had me almost fed and restful
Hungry minutes ago but now feeling you
Filling my senses with you so near
The days when I kiss you take their time
You take me to the slice of heaven
I forget food when I am around you
I think of food for you but you feed me
The idea of you so close special joy
The brie called and we heard, it said
Serve me please, spread me on the wheat first
Then the cracker sesame seed second
Nothing like a cheese that talks to you
So we ate the brie, you on crackers
Me on a spoon and we both smiled


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 457

Dear Readers,


Towels


Red the beep said then grey for part two
The smooth skin touched and held and then
The shirt drawn down the shoulders and
The smile as the flash on the old style took
Your picture again and again as you twirl
The scrapbook was getting old printed pictures
The towel hung on the rod looking at us
The towel thought about how you felt
Inside it's shell sides the same but
The one side touching you always happier
The fact that as the years went by
Both sides loved the feel of your skin
In equal measure and so the fibers sang
The joy of being your towel dry and wet
The day was growing late and you said
Dear lets have a shower and we did
My towel smiled and thought Oh cool
I'll get to touch her too today what fun


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 456

Dear Readers,


The gum bag


The Gum is in a bag in a box on a counter
The counter is wherever the Two of us are
The bag might have gone through a dozen days
Of filled with this and taken out of that
The day you kissed me and then the next
Time I saw you and then the day the video
Saw me looking at it this morning
When I told you things of my day
And you told me things of your day
Those sweet tasty reminders of
Belt loops and red silk handkerchief
The daylight mask and the eclipse glasses
The Feb, March, May, August, Nov picnics
Soon to be added to by the spring fair
Then those critters in the dungeon of the game
Then the deck of cards and our journal
The egg and wine and then the gum bag
Remind us of the scents of the spring


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 455

Dear Readers,



Eggs and Toast


The phone rang and the Love flowed
The breakfast was planned and good buys listed
The door knock and opened and kisses
The camera scans the room and we see
Toast on plate, white handled spreader
The butter in a bowl and the blue note book
Pen handy and the scene changes
The laughter heard but no faces seen
Hardly any body edges in the camera eye
The hands do appear and the laughter to
The voices as well male and female
The crunches and oohs and ahhs
The Song of foot steps and then
The soft sounds of a kiss



Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.

Poem for her 454

Dear Reader,



Spring number two


The trip was planned the bows made
The singing arranged and your dress
Was great and you looked awesome
Then the doorbell rang and you asked
Who could that be, so out to it you went
The box was there but no one was there
The box had your name on it and a Paw
The print of the Paw you knew but not
Who this secret admirer was but you smiled
The box was inside the box and then
You opened the box only to find another
But this one was red and silky smooth
Then you smiled and suspected you knew
The contents weren't that but something
So much better that you laughed out loud
The day was then filled with Our laughter
The ability I said was to be Your Soul


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 453

Dear Readers,


Time is 12:52


The kiss of your belly button soft
Against the shirt as it covers over
The color of the day burgundy wine
Deep in the drawer another just the same
Two because the color is pleasing
The bag of chocolate covered grapes dry
The smile as you see it in my hand
The taste of your lips after one
Then the soothing touch of shoulders
Under my fingers helping me sleep
The sounds of the night calls deep
Slumber near you sweet as dew
I knew a few more songs to play
Grew up listening to them as well
Slow dance in the edges of room
Feeling the need to swing you low
The kiss of mint in your cup
The sound of the deep sighs dreamy
The sounds of the feathers drifting
The sounds of you slow me to sleep


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.

Poem for her 452

Dear Readers,



Birthdays


That little slice of cake just a third
That grimy bit of leaf found on the table
That bit of fur lurking in a bank vault
Those odd Planks that I gave you yesterday
Those thing that we chat about that are cool
Pooled into a stack and put up for winter
Those plates you bought that weekend
Tucked into the tote I bought and carry
The red fabric with white lines and yarn X's
The wax dripping off the candle onto bottle
The wine of said bottle enjoyed weeks ago
The tug of a white clothe and the soft kiss
The gurgling of food in a pot on the stove
Ready to gurgle about in us to make a smile
The little soft laugh and giggle of the call
The sound of fingers twined in fingers
The kiss of belly button and then the

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.