Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Saturday Fun

I can sit
With you
The Platinum stream under a Golden sun

All morning
I can walk
With you
Through meadows
Constantly counting
Toe rings of
Sparkling emerald grass

I can pass
The afternoun hours
With you
Eating my candy kisses and caramel popcorn and
Placing your hand on my thigh
At the movie about
Melancholy love
I can cry

Saturday night
As reality becomes invisible
By inches and miles of fantasy
Dance on your lap
I can see through closed eyes


1/3 said...

i absolutely love this! You make the simple things seem so beautiful in your poems:-)

memphiz said...

i like this!

rawdawgbuffalo said...

love the poem but u gone be sick eatting that corn and candy

dessex said...

I really think you should put together a book.