careless days drifting...A Poem by Craig Froman
Sweet and slow on summers edge...
Careless days drifting softly
over my tongue like apricot honey,
sweet and slow on summer’s edge.
How the sun paints your cheeks
with a hint of rose-kissing blushes
and you dance; rhythm and rouge.
Rain can’t wash off your radiance;
no lipstick smeared, chalked cheeks,
just a scent of apple-orchard bouquets.
And me, dabbled in the shallow shade
where sometimes I’ll stop breathing
in dreams now wrapped with warm skin.
How the world melts away in a smile,
warmish-whispers dancing on wind;
I found hope, and hope has your eyes…
© 2010 Craig Froman
Shelved in 10 LibrariesAdded on August 17, 2009
Last Updated on June 4, 2010
Small town, AR
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