life is coy
peeking at my dust weary hope
from her bubbling bath.
i lay down my pack
unlatch the guitar case
in the moon’s gray shadow
ignoring the fragrance that drew me here.
i consume desire in half measured quarters,
play a quiet miracle she will come to admire
wrapping her shoulders in a warm wing
painting her toes by my candle.
she may not speak a word
or touch my hand
but i will know.

© 2003 Susan Weber

Susan is a performing songwriter exploring poetry through the blessings of friends and fate. She sinks her pleasure into the ebullient community of creatives in Ohio’s northeast corner and thanks J Scott for including her in his poetry space. Susan welcomes visitors to her often collaborative shows.

www.susanweber.com