Love – Page 12 – Smith Shine Poetry

Her elegance ( I did not )

She asked if anyone was sitting there, gladly and invitingly I said ‘no’. Her look was beautiful, a bedazzling smile, advancing something inside of me. There was dialog but I forgot her elegance I did not.

Thoughts in my old mans truck

We lent my old mans truck filled that monster up, and headed southwest across the border.In wellington wet walks your face shone a smile. With red wine and firelightI know a part of heaven my eyes have seen.Raindrops on the ifor ping, in Swallow falls I am aware love is strong.I am here whether rightContinue reading “Thoughts in my old mans truck”