I do a lot of people watching.
This past summer, I watched an elderly couple in a public place having a private moment. It was truly beautiful. This poem was written shortly after that. It has been bouncing around in my mind since and so I am sending it out there so it can hopefully bounce around in your mind too.
His Whisper
The visceral echo of his whisper- a private message just for me.
Oh, that soft reverb of notes on nerves... the tickle from his unshaven cheek.
I bite my lip and am once again my most exquisite version.
The one before standing in this checkout line.The one before coffee and chores.The one before the grandkids knocked on the bedroom door.
A careful observer of people will see many things. But when you look with a love song on your mind, you can find a million different arrangements of the same sweet melody.
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