Poem for her 851

Dear Readers,


Sights and Sounds


Soft breath intake
The lips so close
The felt like feel of skin
There the brush strokes
Paint on the tip
Lips hard to draw
So many details I see
There so close
I touch the canvas
The sound of breathing
Near
There
Soft
I pause to get my bearings
I look again
There the fine edges
I kiss her
Again
Again
The paints dry
Another painting
Another kiss


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.