Lullabye….
Handwriting that smells like Sunday
Flowing thru the sand of reflections
Of the mirrored whispers
Over the silky fragments
Dormant lullabies
And a man not too far to my glances
The missed sun and the pounding reflections
Senses come down to just one thing
Me, you and the sliding moments
Silky movements and the
Lullaby of our good-byes….
August 31, 2010 at 6:38 AM
wow. that poem just drips sensuality. Very nice writing.