Green Porch

Holding me in your front yard 

The wind in my hair 

Trailing it gently over us

Veiling my eyes

Splitting the light between 

Golden strands 

Weaving irrevocable hurt 

Into the scent of your

Heavy cologne, before the 

Heavy rain

That comes to sweep me 

Away, passing away 

In the memory of a humble

Dip in the grass. 

I ache to be back home and 

God, I ache to be gone 

Digging long nails into 

Your jacket 

As if it can bring me closer 

To salvation, to you.

Reviews

[D. Mansfield]

You describe the passion I your veins very well, I love the poem

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Anna, I like the places you took me with you and I liked the memories, the want in your words. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote