Thursday, February 18, 2010

much better...

in summer
after the trees
have conceived and birthed
their nursing offspring hang
heavy
clinging to each limb

love’s lush green fertility
washes over me

as silk tulle caresses my brown legs
like cold butter on toast
i marvel at these delicate cobwebs
dancing about my knees
weaving strength in my bones
dimples in my smile

love stands at the end of the aisle
waiting for me

1 comment:

Alaina said...

Awesome poem.

You need to write more blog posts...I need to stay caught up on your life. :)