Asking Only

Come sun, today

Take me to tanned thought

Of when my bronzed skin

Was like caramel

To your tongue

Come warmth, today

Carry me past the coldness

That keeps us apart

Come light, today

Ripping through the trees

That offer solitary shade

Come back, today

In a letter

A postcard

A tiny locket

To show me

it wasn't a dream

by Susan Lacovara

Comments (1)

Very nicely envisioned and aptly presented. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing........10