Her Poem by Kirk Rogers

beside a gentle summer sea
we walked white sand

between the sheets of wavy rain
a shaft of light

red golden in your blue black
shimmering wet diamonds in your starlight hair

I push back
the curtain of your night

to see you
looking at me

my star shooting by
bent ever so slightly

my wide arc
fell out of orbit

into your blue skies
and soft summer breeze

pulled into your arms
lost in your light

touching
the evening in your hair

I lose my straight ahead
in the curve of your smile

caught in your gravity
bound to your star