"Indian summers"

Reading this is a lot like eating a freshly cooked grilled cheese sandwich...mmmmmmm.

The post cards that never came,

Fill the inbox of my dreams,

of Indian summers on Hoosier nights,

under the tree of our fantasies.

 

Blank pages filled with words,

written by the eyes which no longer control the hands,

controlled by the eyes of another,

who hides in the shadows of the Texas sun.

 

A bond between spirits of lore,

spontaneous and energetic mind of a child,

the heart of a lion and appearance of an angel,

whose umbrage creeps over my heart.

 

A temptress in a tempest of emotions,

caught in the lense of my mind,

one picture shy of a collage,

depicting happy endings.

 

Her intoxicating lips,

are a flavor on my mind,

as her red lipstick stains,

the lapel of my soul.

 

For a girl that never was,

I have dreams I never dreamt,

and a kiss which will always linger,

for making me feel like I have never felt. 

Reviews

[Vinod Kumar U K]

Honest and cute writing.. Congratulations...

[Sammy]

Beautiful :)

[DeletedUser]

"the heart of a lion and appearance of an angel, whose umbrage creeps over my heart.." This line got me the most. Like i've said on many of your poems, your words certainly have a way of creeping into my heart, and bringing the emotions with them. This poem was as great as all of the others i've read. Many kudos:)

Toutching....

Written with the purity within you. Keep on making such artwork...

~ Eli

[Tasha]

Great imagery, I enjoyed this a lot. From beginning to end.. pure brilliance.
♥ Ta'Shandra