Poem for her 741

Dear Readers,


Thoughts times 3


There the parking lot snow
Covered a bush near by
There your coat rough
Black dark and oh so sweet
The blonde hair
There the ask
Glasses off, can I see your eyes
The glare for them harsh
The surprise of black and white
Come alive
Come alive as you blink
Reality setting firm traces
Making the electric lines tingle
The edges of reality
Crashing firm to place
There you see without the shade
There I see without the shade
The sounds of suddenness sudden
Yet we speak little
The hands doing the talking
The fingers tingle fresh
Feelings as I type
As you read
The moment keen set in a feather fluff
Full of stone and hard places
Where memory of bike rides lurk
When you did the runs
Look at his blog
See the spaces
The slight line curves
The sight of his hands in yours
There that day
There that day

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.