Saturday, January 22, 2011

Words he'll never say

I try

to encourage the cadence of your laugh

telling joke after joke after joke

even when you’re upset


The slightest tinge of unhappiness

in that crashing river of green caramel

breaks my heart in hairline fragments

killing me softly


I could forever kiss

the infinite freckles

dancing across your nose and cheeks

if only your insecurity would allow me


My favorite parts of you:

the distinct smile that creases your eyes

the small of your back that fits beneath my hand

the first tuft of hair atop your forehead, and

the rounded contours of your body

perfectly complementing mine


Every moment spent

is more valuable than the furthest of dreams

as my adoration is still but lost

in translation

1 comment:

  1. Ooh, this is like velvet smoothed across the poetic part of my soul. Snaps and kudos, Ms. Price. I love it!

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