Mrs. Talley's Rats
by Linda Coker | Your skin glows like the orange, blossoms
cute as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your violin voice
and leaps like a leopard at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great eagle wing.
I am comforted by your pants
that I carry into the twilight of sky beams
and hold next to my chest.
I am filled with hope
that I may dry your tears of sadness.
As my face falls from my shoes,
it reminds me of your dues.
In the quiet, I listen for the last awwww of the day.
My heated shoulder leaps to my shirt.
I wait in the moonlight for your secret home
so that we may walk as one, shoulder to shoulder,
in search of the magnificent blue and mystical life of love. | Linda Coker
Copyright 2005
Listed 2/02/2006 |
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