Sitting on the rim
Of a rainstorm
Thinking about
Thoughts of you,
Clouds almost
Kissing the rooftops
A cold wind
Whistllng on through,
A young woman
Came by with
Mystical rings
And the sweetest
The sexiest smile,
We sat near the clouds
Our backs to the wind
Talking about
Intimate things.
Stephen Nesbitt©
From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
6:55 PM May 30, 2012