I Often Catch Myself

    I often catch myself Glancing up at your windowpane Occasionally seeing a silhouette Memories of youth still remain   Possibly spying a lacy chemise But now you’re wearing the curtains Or maybe there was nothing on But I couldn’t know for certain   The morning light not quite seen I might feel likeContinue reading “I Often Catch Myself”

The Curtains Rose Gently

The curtains rose gently Caught in the morning breeze An undisputed beauty My heart soaring above the trees Our feet sore from the dancing Closest to perfection I ever saw All the while her lips were sealed & she was hiding secrets in her bra