Poem for her 724

Dear Readers,


The cake thee three


A slice of time
A slice of a scene
A photo book
A scrapbook with slices of scenes
There on the table Blue
Set next to the camera
There on the divan
You lounge legs up
Feet moving at ankles
The giggle laugh they make
They want to dance
They spark at the thoughts
The images you see
There the parking lot
There the green stripped shirt
There in black
The elevator
A dance move we do
Things sliced out of cakes
Cakes of scenes we make
The dates of the hours we hold
Close to back touched nights
The soft lure of you
Food for my being
The cake needed not
Half eaten on the plate
You fill me full
You the slice
I want the most
The heart held beat
You soul of my soul

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.