JO (1976 / Tennessee)

Apartment 2646

It was the way
my leg felt against
the cold rail of the
sofa bed that
made stars tickle
the tip of my tongue

And it was the way
a dare can stop a heart
that made my skin
tingle as you closed
your eyes not knowing

And its the way
you felt me with
such tenderness
and strength
that made me
crave you so

It was the way
your bitten mouth
danced with the
music to a song
I know by heart and
wandered the valleys
leaving evidence
of ever being there

It was the way
you knew me
that made me want you so.

by Joyelle Osburn

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Comments (2)

Good movie, nice poem
this conjures impressive imagery. nicely done. Jake