It’s crazy
How many mornings
I find myself
Thinking about you,
Nothing exotic,
Just that up in
The clouds
Out on the waves
All encompassing
Feeling,
Your kiss lingers,
Like a great espresso
The tingle on my lips,
My tongue never seems
To go away.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
From “Summer Re-Visited” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com
8:38 AM June 30, 2013