Entries For: January 2007
2007-01-15
You
by Michael Stottlemyer
Who said I loved you?
It is not a question of love.
Perhaps, I wish to envelop you,
Most assuredly I would protect you.
What I might do to make you laugh,
I would avoid all that might make you cry.
Of course I would stare at you,
Never with a blink.
Perhaps, an embrace might last a proper 1000 years.
Perhaps, I might brush your hair
Until the Sun quits exploding.
Then the moon with clarity
And thanks will reflect
A different cascading light.
Who said I loved you?
Delicacy
by Michael Stottlemyer
She looked at clouds,
And saw things.
I looked at her,
And did the same.
A shoulder uncovered,
Hair everywhere,
So much for fine fashion
And permanent press.
She touched me
To make a point.
What better way to understand me.
Ridge Road
by Michael Stottlemyer
Tiffany and Cartier,
Paris and London.
But the memory is
Watermelon and cold ice cream
On a dusty Ridge Road.
