Poem for her 827

Dear Readers,


Belt loops

Alabaster ankles below the hems
The blue of denim
Pockets at front and back
Belt loops where my fingers held
She smiles at the line
Looking over mt hands as I print
Slow on this napkin
Dinner over with
Wine glasses half full
I'd picked up the pen from cards
Started writing words
She smiles as I ask her to get up
Let's dance I say
The poem never gets finished
There it sits in a scarp book
Held with a clip on the page
She still has the pants
We still dance after dinner too

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.