Delicious Denim Poem by Susan Lacovara

You were quite the exquisite appetizer
Bronzed biceps that caught the cascade
Of your waterfall hair
Swept back in sunlight's saunter
You stilled my breath
When your chiseled cheekbones
Raised as my name was voiced
From lips that could part the sea
In years so young
Who could've known hearts would beat
That loudly when pressed together
In your wicked wearing
Of delicious denim
I fell under the spell
And drank first from your well
Our two hands held
In feverish forgetfulness
Of the entirety of all surroundings
By the old mill stream
Nearby the pussywillow path
You offered a taste of honeysuckle happiness
As spied upon by hummingbirds
Our stow away hours spent in tortoise time
Sunburned scorched by blistering belief
That our octave love in perfect tune
When the afternoon dipped into evening
Tiring our tongues from talk and kisses
The long walk back in rhythm
Still unmatched and all our plans hatched
Your blowing brown locks as long as mine
From behind we were recognized the same
With berry stains, just below our pockets
From where we wiped our hands
Our frayed Levis cuffed up wet
From the long lazy stroll through the stream
That never quite cooled our heated hearts
And revisits now, a beautiful dream