Bold As Love (Amidst The Axes)

Poetry by Ted Boughter-Dornfeld Copyright © 2009

Your kisses,
mixed with salty tears.
A word – or two, or three;
Spoken naturally.

We know
it’s a bit early,
but are thankful
just the same.

As I get out of the car,
I drop my Nano.
I think I’m realizing
how deeply you
have made contact.

It pains me to see you drive
away; So I turn my priorities
from the work at my desk,
to extract the warm tea
that brews in my breast.

Love is bold, just ask the axis.

When you smile,
let me know that I am
the object of your affection,
I learn to fully appreciate
the meaning of grace;
And grateful joy runs
through my veins.

Amidst the blemishes,
you manage to find me,
between these reds,
blues, and greens.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. John
    Oct 13, 2009 @ 02:56:42

    Thanks for your visit to my site. Your work is beautifully done.



  2. musetherapy
    Nov 27, 2009 @ 19:48:07

    Thank you.


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