Many Mornings

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

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