There are times when I am
moved to tears cannot hold back
the sadness or joy that
catches in my throat steals
my breath chokes the words I
intend to say out loud.
The sound of your Texan’s
brogue your bourbon laced breath
move me to open my
heart spill it over you
in kisses caresses
I save for you alone.
Memories of loss move
me to the edge of
sanity only to
loosen their grip when you
appear in dreams wake
me with your crooked smile.
© cj Schlottman
September 09, 2011
6 comments:
::gasp:: oh to have that effect on someone.
Memories hold so much power, especially after loss. It seems to heighten all our senses.
brogue to bourbon took it to another level and you sure carried it through.
To have that effect just once in a lifetime, well who knows life is not over yet! I could indeed feel the absence and memories and loss.
This is sad and sweet. Wishing you well.
You are one hell of a gifted poet, CJ.
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