Wednesday, June 1, 2011

A Poem for the Month of June

Thank you
for the things you brought to me

your shoulders and your mouth
your face and your voice

the sacred warmth
of your hopeful lean.

Thank you
for your ideal feet in my nervous hands
the taste of your skin on my lips
the chill on the back of your neck.

I loved the summer and you.

For the things you brought to me
thank you.


  1. Thank you.
    Are you the only person paying attention to this? One could be enough.