09.06.07

FOR MJ

Posted in poetry at 6:16 pm by chris

Its during the cold like this
when I shiver
that I think of you most.
If you are here by me
I might be gritting my teeth
And you’ll be gritting yours, too.
I can imagine your eyes,
you see.
Then, we’ll smile
And by then I’ll know
that all is well.
Perhaps…
No, it will be surely,
that when the lights go out,
we’ll kiss also.