having already forgotten the little grease burn,
from earlier, on my palm.
Later on, I will find you sitting at the glass-topped table outside,
in your favorite teak wood chair with the green cushions.
I will run the same finger through your familiar curls,
under a half-stirred sky of light and shadow.
Lucent, subtle, intensely beautiful writing--with descriptions that feel like a breeze on a hot cheek, especially the half-stirred(in so many ways)sky.
ReplyDeletebeautiful. sweet and simple and lovely.
ReplyDelete"...half-stirred sky" is brilliant. And beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWhat's funny is I burnt my fingers on a hot coal while camping last week. It's funny how sensitive the burn site became, and I can imagine the heightened sensitivity of a burned finger through a lock of hair...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, and how I would love to have a room of any sort that was all glass and light like that!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteif that's noon - what's the rest of the day like? ~
ReplyDeleterecognition of little moments are indicators of a romantic heart
ReplyDeleteThis is a perfect sevenling.. all the little components that coalesce to make the whole. How often do we miss them in the rush?
ReplyDeleteI'm trying to imagine which curls your fingers are running thru...
ReplyDelete{sigh} lovely!
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This stirs every sense. Beautiful.
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