Saturday, August 7, 2010

my friend, the florist

her eyes are steel blue,
not robin's egg, baby, or
Carolina blue

but frosty and crisp,
like a gin martini
just made and resting.

she carries with her
a thick musk of verbena,
moss, and lavender,

so that long after
our talks of men, dogs, food, wine,
sex, sins & sinners

her scent clings to me,
a delayed good-bye embrace,
so tender and sweet.

3 comments:

Christina said...

love it.
also, you were in my dream the other night. weird since i have no idea what you look like.

Miz.November said...

My gosh that is a gorgeous description.

17 beats. said...

thank you, she is a gorgeous lady.