Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Untitled (for David)

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I travel the roads
Of you
Tracing well-worn paths
With my fingers
Over your brown skin, your muscles
The territory familiar
Warm, welcoming
Like returning to a favorite seaside haunt
Where the locals know your name
Where you know
the best pizza dive
and the creamiest ice cream
and can say, "Here is the perfect place
to see the sand dunes at sunset."
And you never want to go anywhere else because
You crave
that salt air on your face
that ice cream on your tongue
and your lips on my lips traveling over only you
Because nothing else could ever be
So good.

submitted for May Poetry Challenge, Travel, at Verse in a Nutshell


darev2005 said...

Woof! That made me a bit.... randy. Better than coffee, but still a little early in the day.

Anonymous said...

that is one of the sweetest love poems i have ever read. i love it, lolamouse.

ps--i loved that you joined right in with the joke on the trimetran post!

nene said...

Lucky David!