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*

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Happiness

I lean in, giving her the lightest
feathery kiss…barely touching
her crimson lips parting
taste peach on her tongue tip
delectable and sweet…savory passion

I tell her; how deeply my love flows
how my heart so gratefully contains
what dwells throughout my spirit
…her love so rare
…she shines in me, the spirituality
…she is to me

She reaches for and caresses my cheek
Her brown eyes express to my soul
…the quiet whispers of her glare
Our embrace, our heart symphony
our rhythm, drumming ageless within
…we are both trembling…
as love swells and swoons in soft cascades
washing over and elating
…melodic, bright, strong and infinite

A single tear sparkles in her eye and
…I sigh, the sigh of a man…happy*


Jon` B. Crenshaw
Happiness
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