Fire
And thought of you—
The gold and copper alloy
Of your hair.
When you were nineteen
And cut your tresses,
And I trashed several poems
In despair.
And say you’re thirty-five;
You laugh and say
I’m twenty years past that now…
Because when you’re with me in the sun
I still see fire.
John, your work resonates with me. Thank you for sharing! :)
you are welcome!
BTW, I just read your tabby cat post - I have one - a grumpy male tabby who happens to be my Muse. I wrote about him in one of the stories on my blog called, Girl from afar. Tabby cats certainly are characters. You can see his pic in @countrygirl's post. Yes, he's famous :)
I'll check him out, Thanks! ;)