secret messages that
anticipate your kiss
you bend over and you are beautiful
a train ride that meanders
in the only direction it can
as if it was miles davis
as if
in the soft blue of your eyes
you would look into me as
you slide the strap of your bra
of your shoulder
put all your intimate designs
in an old embroidered kit bag
you bend over and you are gone
inserting the image so romance
lingerie or not to lingerie
folding silk boxers quickly in the laundromat
a coed doing her homework
may is gone and you never were here
and the anticipation lingers, but is fading
like the second use of an exotic tea bag
Loved the imagery of this poem! Well-written with feel and poetic depth.
Kind regards
Nicolette
again, so wonderful.