Sorry for the Delay. Oops, it's May.
Once again, I missed National Poetry Month. So, here's a not-very-good poem for the month of May.
The melted cold is falling from the sky
Our frozen breath and icy memories
Of nights by the heater, warm scotch and wine
Now dampens my hair with sweet juicy berries
A dew grown heavy by months of longing
For a sight of her skin, a scent of musk
To hear her laugh, and feel the relieving
Warmth of the sun on your neck, and the husk
Of her breath in your ear, an erotic brush
Like the breeze blowing through the new green lush
0 comments:
Post a Comment