C. Michael Miller
C. Michael Miller Poems
|2.||Remembrance & Renewal||7/22/2005|
|6.||How It Is||7/22/2005|
|8.||Bone And Stone||7/24/2005|
|21.||The Future Of Freckles||10/15/2005|
|22.||Love's Long Journey||9/18/2005|
Comments about C. Michael Miller
I can’t figure her out, really.
She’s like a living poem... the
times too numerous to recall when
I've just existed in a daze,
lost in her verse.
Each night, in that mist of time between
dreaming and waking, I lie in her arms,
a happy captive of her sweet ways...
I wonder who she is that can so easily have
me relaxed and aroused at the same time?
Does she read minds... she gently
cradles my heart in her hands,
I am the wink in your eye,
the whisper in your ear.
I am the shiver down your back,
She says such things to me...
My disbelieving ears wrestle
with her words...
She whispers, “gentle man...
my handsome man... your caring touch...
such a kind voice... your lovely hips...”
My hesitant eyes watch her lips move