PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

with

the sun

on my legs

and

the wind

in

my nose

the memory of

your very presence

assails me

in near aerodynamic throes

I am but discarded like a shirt

entirely shiftless

without your shoulders

to press me further up

without the guidance of your

eyes

hands

heart

and voice

how can I reflect back

the beauty

you so reverently discovered

for yourself

in me

its as impossible as ever

I say

you argue with me tirelessly

over this very matter

and I let you think you've won

so I can hold you just a little while

closer.................................

(Aug. 21, 2008 1206 am)