Love Sonnet XIX

Love Sonnet XIX

 

 

Blue jeans, flannel shirt, you

wore them well and with your

Shalimar scent sassy, I could

only smile at the way

 

you would flavor your

words with pumpkin spice.

Fall colors adorned your poems,

as similes took flight

 

in cosmic dust blown from

exploding stars and remnants

of nebula seen throughout

 

the universe. In the vastness

of space or here in front

of us, I will love you til the end of Time.

 

Aztec Warrior / redzone 11.15.24

Author's Note

....thanks for reading