Poem for her 718

Dear Readers,


Slow snow

The soft curve of the shoulder
The soft draw of the brush
There the tingle
The thought in touch
Tingle the paint on canvas
The skin yours
The paint sweet honey
Soft dessert
There at a fingers breath
The giggles many
Tickles that last
Slow snow falling
Cabin warmed by fire
The glow of candle light
The lick of honey drops
There the hot tea
Stir the brush off
Set aside
Camera click
Thoughts touched with slow
Slow mint in the air
Perfumed with art

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.