popsadie
Acrobat
Capture.
I rummaged my recollections
All in vain
For an image that captured our love
It was not in the mountains we trekked last Autumn
Not in its jagged steel crags
Or the thorns and thistles lodged between
It was not on the lake we journeyed in June
Not in our shimmering reflections
Or the ripples which swayed to the breath of our sun
I did not find it on the prairie of Oklahoma afternoons
Not in the steam rising off our freckled skin
Or the yellow grass that grazed against our feet
It was not even in our mid December union
Not in the white lace of my gown
Or the golden ring I placed on your hand
Thus I have concluded—no shore or sun
Could capture our communion
How I feel when your lips brush mine.
I rummaged my recollections
All in vain
For an image that captured our love
It was not in the mountains we trekked last Autumn
Not in its jagged steel crags
Or the thorns and thistles lodged between
It was not on the lake we journeyed in June
Not in our shimmering reflections
Or the ripples which swayed to the breath of our sun
I did not find it on the prairie of Oklahoma afternoons
Not in the steam rising off our freckled skin
Or the yellow grass that grazed against our feet
It was not even in our mid December union
Not in the white lace of my gown
Or the golden ring I placed on your hand
Thus I have concluded—no shore or sun
Could capture our communion
How I feel when your lips brush mine.
