Impromptu
my love is sleeping
above her ceiling
hangs her cielo
lonely waiting
but patient
so seeing her
below
never above her
she a daughter
can't be a lover
discover more
hair on chest
then on head
older
but a shoulder
always awaits
if she wants
to take
tell me stories
of before me
me before her
now she slumbers
forehead fever
cold hand relieve
sing a song
never wrong
she'll always be
special
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment