Thinking of You - Always

This is an abscond poem with a line from Amy Lowell's poem, "The Taxi."


I can feel your soft whisper in my ear,
a smile hanging on my lips,
your breath tickles my neck.
I can see your eyes,
blue as the sea,
where thousands of thoughts and secrets float
behind the blank page that is your face.
Your eyes
sparkle with brilliance
as they dance across my face.
Your lips curl into
a rascally grin
as you look into my eyes,
as the tips of your fingers explore my back,
and my heart skips a beat -
always.
Everything is just right with you
until the Mighty Slap
of reality
lopes around the corner
and takes me away.
Now
the world beats dead
like a slackened drum,
and I am here,
sitting in my chair,
thinking of You -
always.