Quiet Times Poem by Alto Lee Thomas, Jr.

Quiet times, often succeed,
To leave my fortressed heart ajar—

Granting access in measured increments
To precious times kept locked within,
To re-live you naked on my skin

I would never trade those days

- You led a gala cavalcade,
Of endless fashion on parade.
Toes done-down in hoedown brown
Cycling through to mossy avenues
Promptly renew anthuriums bloom,

I love your lovin' in the morning.
I love your lovin' without warning
I love I once shone in your eyes.

In quiet times, you rise to mind
In quiet times, when you were mine