Thursday, February 14, 2008

Doo Wop Song

Oh what a night, we leaned against my car
your face lifted to mine, our eyes began it

misty suburban street in the midnight hour
the texture, movement, your lips urging mine

our mouths caught by a tender gravity
your weightless body, spring came to our planet

the heat of July is an opaque air
without your clear, concentrated warmth

Lady, your kisses are memorable

© Bob Rixon (1990)


(Laughing) ... great poem, better blog title !
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