This is the poem unwritten,
Light like syrup in the clouds
Carrying rain across the valley,
Strangers scattered on the slopes,
Aging as we watch in silence,
All of us, all of us.
In her nightgown, they kissed,
Lipstick, wet flame,
Hands sliding down,
Heat through thin cloth,
Let us say it: Desire!
This is the poem unwritten.
copyright 2010 J. O'Brien, all rights reserved
