Temperamental touch,
with just eyes this time
if you don’t mind
I’ll stay behind
and write the words
you’ve always wanted.
I know,
more than anyone else
there’s something soft
that goes right through you
to that center spot.
I promise, love,
I won’t ask for much
a season or two
so I can gather and find
the exact proper words
written in my poetry.
I’ve given you much
to think about,
from the very start,
Grace,
you know me well enough
to know I’d never
go and give up.
It’s cold and you’re here
ready to warm me up
under a set of winter blankets
with nothing more than
that wanting smile.
I swear,
my eyes
are defined by yours
and that eager
wanting stare.
I try and imagine
just exactly where
you’d love to go
you promised me the world.
It’s no use really,
there’s no other place
I’ve ever belonged
where I’m all happy.
Oh beautiful you
take your magical charms
spread them
create a safe place
that’ll keep us
uninterrupted from…
Dragonfly Poetry 