On the edge
Of June
With a south east wind
Blowing May away
She came in jeans,
Intriguing and bewitching
As ever,
Whether in denim
Or her shimmering
Silky things
She was always mysterious,
Always beautiful,
Whenever our glances
Touched
It was as if
She cradled my heart
In her cupped hands,
As though she was calming
A bewildered bird.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Still In Love With Love” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
4:24 PM May 30, 2013