Under a bridge where late one night,
our first date here well out of sight
you touched me there; our bodies closed
and flowing with me indisposed, you
languished gently soft and sighing,
slipping down through trees belying
spirit movements, reminiscing
carnal-knowledge-silver-kissing;
under me you seemed to hover and
now again you are my lover. Passing
by that way I feel a faithful friend
runs over me with constant mem'ry
sometimes tragic, giving me a taste of
magic making my ride worthwhile by
bringing to my face a smile that
gets me humming quietly each time
I cross triumphantly.
Rojan Zét
I play guitar and sing everyday... because I need to.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry makes my heart sing.