"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Monday, April 4, 2011

Poem IV - Sweet Wonderings.

Late at night
I'm always left
wondering
what tommorrow
will bring,
If you'll still be there,
blue eyes dark hair,
to grace me with
callous humor
and embrace me--
warm lips
wrapped around mine.
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5 comments:

  1. Brother OllieApril 4, 2011 at 6:57 AM

    As you say "sweet"...keep knocking these out!

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  2. ZouxzouxApril 4, 2011 at 8:24 AM

    Oh, I like!

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  3. Judy RoneyApril 5, 2011 at 5:59 AM

    I like your wonderings in this and the desire for her humor as well as her bod. :)


    http://judyidliketosay.blogspot.com/2011/04/nail-tech.html

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  4. UnknownApril 5, 2011 at 7:54 AM

    17? You write with the wisdom of greater years lived. Lovely piece.

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  5. Human ParadoxApril 11, 2011 at 8:13 PM

    Good description again JB. You can tell you feel what you write.

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