Poem for her 808

Dear Readers,


Soft


The edges of the cotton shirt
The tips of her fingers on my face
The texture of her lips as we kiss
There that sound of the flowers blowing
The drift of snow on the hillside
Touch of butter on a graham cracker
Touch on my shoulder bare
The sound of her sighs
The sound of cards shuffled together
Music as we linger over breakfast
There that skirt full of swirls
The sound of our feet on the floor
...as we dance the dusk away
The touch of her hand in mine
The feel of her skin under my fingers
The lip balm tasting of caramel
The eggs on the buttered toast
Mei Fun fresh out of the skillet
The days going by as spring yields summer
The light of her in the window frame
The long kiss hello

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.