Love Miles
Sunsets
behind soft shoulders
bare. Her hair,
pinned up to tease me,
keep her cool while she drifts;
I drive with eyes
mostly for her.
Windows
make beautiful views
whip. Her lips
part from silence, sigh;
all roads lead to her.
Slow lanes allow
one hand on thigh.
Oldies
play to wake her up.
This, her kiss
taste like summer nights.
I am starry-eyed,
calculating
love-miles traveled.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
