after all: a love poem

after all by marilynn griffith

after all these years
love poems make
me hungry and tired
hungry for some of that want
folks sing about

the O'Jays
the old days
the old ways

and tired of trying to be something
other than old. I make a bra
with my hands and pretend
it's 1983 and you still want me

the O'Jays
the old days
the old ways

I laugh like crazy but don't let go
until I feel your arms around my
waist, your lips on my face. In
the background, I hear

the O'Jays
the old days
the old ways

Maybe there's still a taste of
honey in the ease of my neck,
the crook of your elbows, on
the backs of my knees. Maybe
we're still a poem after all.

Comments

[Sharon Ball]

What a gift you have with words. Now that I've read your poems, I'll spend the afternoon snuggling with my husband being thankful for what we have. Happy Valentines Day, my dear.

[Nicole Cleveland]

I LOVE IT .....
The poem made me want more. Your voice was the perfect mate.
Thank you for sharing and I loved RHYTHMS of GRACE.

Thank you for your work.

Nicole Cleveland
Chief Editor & Founder
Breathe Again Magazine
www.breatheagainmagazine.com