I sit on a chair
a sheet draped
around my neck
and pinned snugly
her scissors whisper
secrets and her fingers
kiss my scalp
and butterfly by me
like sunny breezes on
the summer porch
she leans near
I smell her warm scent
I feel close enough
to touch her
as she touches me
About riverwriter
Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/
Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
