Purest form of generosity
Driving up over the hill
Into the horizon of your smile
I jump back inside myself
In search of a kiss
The scent of your breath
A drop of honey on my lips
And a cigarette I saved from the 30’s
Transforming my stupidity
Into poetry
My solution for grace
Turned inside out
A quick turn of the cheek
And a smooch on your face
Left all the questions I had
About generosity in a shopping cart
Abandoned only to be adored
And fondled by the nefarious
Hands of an eager heart
I could take off my shoes now
Stand in the grass barefoot
Thinking of you and how
You touch me with every sensation
That wants to climb up my legs
And out from the top of my head
Where I might find your hand resting
In a mirage of subtle memories
I have been watering since I left
This house to find your soul
© GÄ
Poétique 