Flannel Kiss

... a kiss is just a kiss- never...

Flannel Kiss

 

In the wee hours

of the morning,

when night’s shadows

reach their zenith,

the stars shine brightest-

this is when I miss you most.

And lying here,

searching skyward,

is when my bed roll

is at its coldest,

empty of your feminine scent

and your warm breath

on my neck.

It is now

that I reach out

for your flannel skin,

the curve of your face

under my chin,

the rain water smell

of your just washed hair;

it is now in this darkness

I need you most.

~~~

Last night

I saw you sitting by the piano,

playing your favorite song,

“Rhapsody In Blue”,

one of Gershwin’s best,

but somehow under your fingers

it seemed even more alive,

its blue an even more vibrant hue.

As I listened, I knew

for sure tonight

in those wee mourning hours,

I would find you

waiting for me

in the warmth of your flannel kiss.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone   2.16.17  

Author's Note

....thanks for reading... enjoy the music...

Reviews

[Ruth]

Beautiful nostalgia and yearning, not heard this song for a long time either, always a treat to read, absorb and hear you hon :)

[Lydia Shutter]

Deeply romantic words and a touch of bittersweetness too. A lot of longing between the lines. Curt, the imagery is tangible! I could almost smell the freshly washed hair and feel her soft "flannel" skin. A beauty of a write....a rhapsody of words! So much more than "nice". Lydi**

[New Beginings]

It's so romantic. Is it written for someone

[redzone]

hi New, just fantasy... no one in particular... thanks for your visit...

[New Beginings]

your welcome