May Poem by Evon Christian

For Caitlin

Her instrument was of eluding beauty,
and she whispered it so
Her kiss caressed the stars,
while her lover slept that night,

She felt it throughout her
fingertips-a love that singed
all by her touch,
She was marvelous [to say
the least! ]
made of magic and cigarette-
rose-buds,

Every feeling reciprocated by the
breath of spring-time,
while he unduly loved her,
and awoke restfully at dawn,
Bidding her good-morning as the
stars bid good-night.

(08/23/07; 6: 30 am)