Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Haven

Haven
By: Jon` B. Crenshaw
　
She cradles her cheek
at the curve of his neck
feels him swallow silently and
breathes his sweet, minty sigh

Rapt in a breadth of contentment
reveling in mellow comforts
the richness of his man-ness
adoring their warm amore

She looks with longing into
heavy lidded brown/grey eyes
a warm smile tipping her lips as
she realizes that, magic exists
in his kiss… and there’s
music in their bliss*
　
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