Sunday, August 29, 2010

THE PERFECT DAY

REMEMBER WHEN WE DROVE TO THAT EMPTY FIELD
AND MADE LOVE ON AN OLD BLANKET?

WE LAY THERE
BARE-
EXPOSED TO EACH OTHER,
TO THE ELEMENTS,
AND YOU REACHED OVER TO GRAB MY HAND
QUIETLY SLIPPING A RING ON MY FINGER
AND WHISPERING:

"forever, sweet girl?"




THAT, WAS THE PERFECT DAY.

5 comments:

steveroni said...

Somehow, I cannot believe "no comments"...as everyone I ever knew had the same identifiable experiences as you write here.

I'm beginning to think that love IS sadness...maybe under the guise of happiness--really HATE to say that. Because love IS the answer, the cure, for SO many illnesses.
PEACE,
Steve

Vijay Kumar Sappatti said...

I really like this small poem and all other articles of the blog . your writings are great.

Please visit my blog on spirituality and follow it.

http://hrudayam-theinnerjourney.blogspot.com/

Thanks
vijay
India

~*~ saskia ~*~ said...

Ow, a sweet sweet picture!
HAve a happy Sunday xx

Dreamer said...

Love Love Love. So Sweet. Thanks for this one.

xo
la-passion-life.blogspot.com

david said...

wow, I really loved this poem. So short, so simple but so rich of feelings.