Water Falls Down The Back Of My Neck

Sometimes you just have to write a love poem. Enough said...

Water Falls Down The Back Of My Neck

By Julie Gengo

The broken chair bends while twins fly by

The way he looked at her

And you at me

Slanted mailbox suspense

Subtle laughter and surprise

His words, your lips

Water falls down the back of my neck

Russian spies and Chameleons

Our friend at the bar

I smiled, you laughed

Time stopped for a moment

Among the madness

Warm hands caress

Black and while swirls and magnets

Bon Iver and Sweden’s roar

While tulips listened

To stories and poetry

When you were there and

I was here

Dreams and melody

Like butterflies and waterfalls in the distance