eugenepower-poems

I have spent days, A breeze blowing over me, Smelling green grass and white-thorn, My lovers head on my arm. Hearing summer’s soothing hum, Feeling her gentle caress on my skin; Breath rising and falling In the wistful peace of a day dream. I have felt that breeze warm on my skin; My lovers head so close to mine Fingers gently entwined.

Like the precocious strawberry, You come wild in the forest; Bright vermillion, crunchy seeds, citrous tongue; Briefly there; suddenly, Like a miracle of nature, You're Gone.