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.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
love it.
also, you were in my dream the other night. weird since i have no idea what you look like.
My gosh that is a gorgeous description.
thank you, she is a gorgeous lady.
Post a Comment