There are times when I am
moved to tears / cannot hold back
the sadness or joy that
catches in my throat /steals
my breath / chokes the words I
intend to say out loud.
The sound of your Texan’s
brogue / your bourbon laced breath
move me to open my
heart / spill it over you
in kisses / caresses
I save for you alone.
Memories of loss move
me to the edge of
sanity only to
loosen their grip when you
appear in dreams / wake
me with your crooked smile.
© cj Schlottman
September 09, 2011
