Poem for her 846

Dear Readers,


Retrospective


The candy striped shirt filled with You
The songs of your giggles, laughs, sighs
The far away mirror with reflective stills
The day is dark out lit with your joy
The songs your sounds sing music to me
There crisp the sweet touch of lips
Heard on the video clip touch my mind
Ears kissed on smooches heard in mind's eye
So soft the skin of fingers as they trace
Soft sounds of the car door over there
The socks on feet not touching floor
Songs heard on the radio as you drive
There that note of singer to sway to
The kiss of thought as we nite nite
Your sounds fill my soul with yours
Slow drip of days or fast car rides
The snow on your white sweater melting me


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.