Wine Drunk Conversation

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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