a ring
a voice
that subtle sizzle
in the womb
the bad day
melts itself away
I hear nothing but
the flutter of love
my axle is correctly
tilted back
glorious is my day
after that
at least in those precious 30 minutes.............
(April 23, 2012 1204pm)
Author's Notes/Comments:
Was listening to a friend of mine on the phone the other night and she was talking about being in love and how she lives to hear from her love. I found it very sweet and quite revealing about just who she is and how she lives her life and what is important to her so this poem came to me as some tribute to that very informative conversation.