C. Michael Miller

Rookie (04-07-1955 / Oak Harbor, WA)

Such Things - Poem by C. Michael Miller

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
as she speaks...

My questioning fingers reach out
to touch her words... to feel their cadence,
to devour their meaning...

She has made a believer of me...
I am bound to the future by her words,
she says such things.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 22, 2005

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