beautiful you,
so familiar to my heart
that it skips when you're gone
and dances to the beats
quickened when you are near
until I'm breathless
and still

you are countless repetitions
of a million moves
I have yet to discover
and you don't even realize
the inspiration you deliver
with every whisper of your words

count for me
the days so long awaiting
every moment,impatienly in line-
each wanting their chance
to bathe in the glow
of your spotlight

I will stand in that line for as long as it takes to get my turn...

Thanks for giving us your poem, Sherry.

I especially like the message and straightforwardness of:

and you don't even realize
the inspiration you deliver
with every whisper of your words

amo,

Peter

thanks, Peter. I know it's sub par, but I needed to try to clean out some of the cobwebs from the corners of my writer's block. I appreciate the read and the comments. Glad you could find something decent in there.

I needed to try to clean out some of the cobwebs from the corners of my writer's block.

That's the spirit! And not a bad effort, either. Good to see you here again.

Joe

thanks, Joe. Nice to be here. I'll grease the wheels and come up with something better next time.

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