Tonight is warm, starry and welcoming. That combination reminds me of this poem. God bless parks, swings and romance.
Wine Drunk Conversation
I grew to love
Her favorite summer dress
On the day we shared strawberries
So sweet they were nearly rotten
Some days I still quiver
From the soft tickle
Of her almost wet hair
Waving along
The crest of my ear
And through all the rest of me
Wine drunk conversation
Under a star stoned moon
Led me inside her door
And made the morning’s dismissal
That much easier
But sadder just the same
© Gayle Force Press 2009
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