For A Lady

You bring to me

a new city full of

history.  As my pen

retires for my hands

to busy with occupation,

I let the pages of our

yesterdays recede

to nothing like

night falling in the

meditative garden we

made love in to the

calls of crickets and

locusts.  Us afterwards

watching the stars

burst forth.  My books

now are yours- two

painitings for you are

a yet.  I busy with

resumes and health

and suits.  The paintings

will not hang in the

Phillips Collection or

the Rothko Room we

visited after riding a

metro together and

as the sun sets on a

short season the sting

is real.

Reviews

[Laura E. Aranda]

Bravo to your write....one quick misspelling I want to point out:
My books

now are yours- two

painitings for you are

a yet.



I think you need to respell 'paintings'

see it???

Cheers,lea