Kisses met halfway, only when no one is looking,
Through a window made without shades.
Sweet taste of chocolate, vanilla and James,
Time has bent the rail, you rode for free.
Yellow the ark high under the sun, finger's roam
If young again, without sin being grown.
Then those book's left unread by men whom
Weren't rich, read by a woman that wasn't poor.
Preferences yes those I still have, the taste of her lip's
The smell of her hair.
Without leg's nor arm's and he being blind, momma
Might think that there is no harm.
In a room made of glass describing the star's
And a moon always full the feeling I died.
Meeting halfway two lover's kiss, never knowing
In this life what other's think.
Under the ark yellow in color, here where both
Lover's feel safe from the world.
Surrounded by book's that have never had covers.
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an interesting poem, James.... a perfect 10+++