Cupped Hands

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

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