RSS

An Untitled Poem by Christopher Miller

24 Aug

There
in the grey places of twilight
where the sun overlaps the shadow
and there is neither color nor fade
we lay, the summer rolling over 
in humid waves

There
I watch the sweat trickle down your neck
I sip my drink and smile, lucky drop
You wipe it away without a thought
we lay, the summer rolling over
in humid waves

There
between the cider and the lawn
I’ll take you, my lips on that neck
hands seeking, slick on your skin
we lay, the summer rolling over
in humid waves

 
Leave a comment

Posted by on August 24, 2014 in Guest Poems

 

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *