Burning Image

an image is burned in my mind

you, standing at the foot of my bed

your cheshire cat grin

curly tufts

my fingers itchy

to play.

eyes open eyes shut

you hold your ground

passion set aside

ripens

savoring

anticipating

One thought on “Burning Image”

David says:

What a wonderful ending to poem of great anticipation

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