Poem for her 719

Dear Readers,


February Kiss

There the photo still
Mind's eye blink
The white van rolled by
The excitement stomach turn
There the black coat
Dark against the blonde hair
There the glasses big and round
Gentle ask, can I see your eyes
Startle the eyes bright
Sky blue
The soft hands
Shaky still as we dance
Memory held soft in close
There you are soft in white coat
The elevator doors shut
There you are standing on the porch
The pine woods scent
The flower in hand metal painted
There you are soft touch
Fingers touch we know not which
The cards on table forgot
The eyes locked in gaze
Night turns to day


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.