Poem for her 680

Dear Readers,


Four of three

The poem was read and reread
The lines thought through
Then sent
Knowing there was a pressure point
Hidden
That word
There not hidden
But questing still
That quest cape you have
The purple terry clothe robe
The big towels in the shelf
In the wall
In the room
In a warm bath
Long hot shower
All day long
European style
The water fresh
Spring water
From the hillside
Or the pool
The poem lines
Read Red now
On the background
In the lines
That first poem of pillows
When finally
The kiss of hand a few months off
But certain
Slow step into cold night
Veggie straws
Salt on your finger tips
So nice
Your lips

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.