- ~ hiya, flower,
this is such a wonderful capture of the friendship/relationship or
possible relationship with an older man...you paint him playful,
gotta love that twinkle in his eyes right? ;)
Such a visually and poetically satifying piece, with a wonderful
closing, I understood this one completely...thank you for sharing it
with us, my friend...beautifully written..
--- In PaganPoetsSociety@yahoogroups.com, "You can call me Flower if
ya want to..." <gleamchaser@...> wrote:
> Older than I , you laugh and play
> with abandon of a child.
> I could be your child,
> I am that much younger.
> From metal frames twinkle eyes
> full of merry constellated tales.
> Full warm lips edge laughter lovingly.
> In grayest December you carry sunshine
> badly hidden in your coat pockets,
> like twitch of moustache betrays
> teasing sense of humor.
> My eyes slide skipping lustily
> over furring greyed thatch,
> generous benevolent tummy.
> Logic holds firm heart's reins
> ...when you playfully attack,
> flirt with wads of paper
> to stick in my hair, muss my 'do,
> you brand me with a blush.