Sunday, April 26, 2009

Our View

Bench with a view
Built for two
Rest for weary knees
Nestled among trees

Suite on high
You and I
Holding tight
Wait for night

Sun sinks low
Shadows grow
Night bird sings
Church bell rings

Your hands caress
My hair a mess
Deep kiss quick breath
Little death


Blogger jobwich said...

The beauty in it is the economy of words, yet the specificity of image, sound, smell, and, yes, that. Who wouldn't want that?

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