A Southern Summer Night In Kibler Valley

Written 2006

 

Utopia is

a tent

with a view

of the creek-

rushing

past emerald trees,

and rustic cabins.

Its scent

permeates,

smells like home.

We dance

around the campfire,

down a slippery bank,

to dip our feet lovingly

into the cool water.

We are drunkenly

falling

in love.

You smile,

and I begin to sing

Curtis Lowe

to anyone

or thing

that will listen.

My cheeks hurt

from smiling back;

You kiss me,

and the stars explode.

        

Reviews

[ScaryTrees]

i like this moment
nicely evoked

thank you for sharing it

very nice