My Silver Captain

MY SILVER CAPTAIN

Oh his lips, at dawn
a brandished dark-brown moustache.
touché!

~

And when we’d been together
as man and wife,
for a measure of time,
the upper lip ~
a scrub brush

~

clean, shaven,
master of youth

~

time mussed up
his dark brown-hair
with lovely sprigs of silver

~

Oh, behold,
not quite yet
at the dawn of twilight,
a lovely sprinkling
of silver
dancing ‘round his chin
and lips

i celebrate,
and plant a kiss

~

season’s treasures
of misdirection,
through ups and downs.

mood’s chameleon
of jewels ~ polished,
deeper, love’s illume

once again,
with twinkling eyes,
this wife excites,
“touché!”

9/28/2017

husbandfree verse

♡Like0

Poem

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.