not quite full,
as you give yourself to me,
and I feel like
Lou Gehrig;
crickets stop,
as my heart does
some sort of flip-flop,
and I have never
been closer to Nirvana,
never have known
anything sweeter,
neater, more complete,
as I fairly swoon
in your embrace
under the lovers' moon.
October 10, 2011.
Copyright © 2011, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.









