Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Tuesday At The Cider Mill

I could bite into an apple,

And then run it down your summer-darkened shoulder

In a wet kiss.

I could trail my fingertips

Along your ribbed tank as if I were creeping through cat-tails

Like a black tabby.

I could fall in love with you

Any day of the week, as if your long hair were leaves

And I were the breeze.

Kiss me in October,

We'll buy a bag of donuts;

I'll give you my hoodie to wear

And my heart to keep,

When the days grow short

But no less warm for that.



Anonymous said...

I read it to my sweetheart and we both shivered with delight.

Fireblossom said...

Smiles, I'm really happy to hear that you two enjoyed my poem. Thanks for letting me know!

Cynthia said...

Aye, dios mio! this poem shayfire,
hot as candle wax.

Fireblossom said...


glad you enjoyed it, C!

Wordcrafter said...

Wow.. this is how love feels.... bravo Fireblossom, let us hear more, it is beautiful, I can read it and re-read it again and again.

Fireblossom said...

"this is how love feels"

I couldn't ask for a nicer compliment than that. Thank you.