green eyes

out
towards
the dune line
along
the levee bank
you
sit
auburn hair
lifting
flowing
behind
you

in
the evening sun
below her
on the bank
a black white cat
stalks
a butterfly
too flimsy fast
for such an aging felon

and
rising
with her hand
in mine
and
smiling
with her deep
green eyes
I wonder
if
her love
will last
the summer

honey
suckled
sweet
and
feather downed
the seeds
fly past
and
leaves
turn
yellow
reddening
brown

lip sweet
breasts neat
tongue tingling
summer



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-08-30 at 19:39

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Bhakta Raj Giri
I found it highly sensual.
Nice thought.
2007-09-01


Rob Graber
A beautiful evocation of summer love...
2007-08-30