We were riding the four-wheeler through the pasture
and my arms were wrapped around you tight.
Tighter than I think they have ever been before.
Or so it seemed.
The wind was whisping off of your neck,
into my nose.
I drank of you.
I gave thanks for you
and the miracles that surround us.
I squeezed you and gently kissed your back.
Yeah,
on your tattoo,
the only one you have,
the one with the
"Z"
in the middle of it.
(By the way, I love you for that.)
Does that make me selfish?
I certainly hope so.
I am starved, yet full....
*sigh*
(2008)
5 comments:
Great :)
Very cool poem. Nice!
Lovely. :)
Nice poem. Cool site. I'll have to keep on a comin'.
I giggled with the hit man joke and then went on to relax to the music and refresh my emotions with your poem. What more could I ask from a quick stop by. Thank you for your comments earlier.
Wonderful poem, Liquid! Thanks for sharing it.
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