Friday, March 3, 2017

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