Taking a stab again at poetry.......

[Syd Valentine]

Sipping hot tea
reminds me of
early morning chats
laughter
sharing common
knowing looks
these times were sacred
something real

Flocks of geese
a brisk breeze blowing over a frigid lake.
Freezing fingers close to frostbite
gripping a hot chocolate
Shaking
maybe from the cold or
maybe from excitement
doesn't matter

A touch here and there
affection
feels more than lust
a stroke of the collar bone
or leg
or hair


Late nights
Sometimes sleepless
others, peaceful
thinking, dreaming
speaking
hours on end
These times are priceless
and time is needed
necessary

my virtue has never been patience
but these times
I remember
whisper
happiness to those who wait
and I still smile