The
Sweet Taste of You
Today
in a slow moment,
I
learned back in my chair,
Head
tilted, tired eyes closed.
For
a moment, I caught
Your
fragrance in my own
Hair,
hanging loose. I inhaled
Your
perfume, thought of your braids,
Your
blondness, the sweet taste of you.
David's poem builds slowly. "Ina slow moment," as it proclaims from the outset. But the second half engulfs the reader with sensory remembrances.
ReplyDeletei absolutely love this poem...maybe cause i just wrote one about fragrance of my daughter's wedding still being in my hair!
ReplyDeleteI absolutely agree with Anne!!! I love this poem!
ReplyDeleteI absolutely agree with Anne!!! I love this poem!
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