I wish to remove the steel guitar from your fingers that strum
in the pale evening sun

I wish to place it on the floor
beside your brown boots
that have walked seven years
I want to know you
like those weathered boots do
I want to reach across the couch
and pull your head softly towards mine
I wish not to rush this
you are to be enjoyed
to be opened slowly
deliberately
carefully
I intend to kiss you
and before I do I will write in circles about your eyes
for the oceans know not of eyes that will make their beauty shrink
and the stars have not seen their maker
the moon knows not of its match
But I do
those eyes
could make a sane woman wild
and a wild woman sane
I would like to lie for two hours in white sheets
till they are crumpled and torn from three sides of the bed
with those green and hazel eyes

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Relephant Read:

For the Women Who don’t Give a F***.

~

Author: Janne Robinson

Editor: Alli Sarazen

Photo: torbakhopper/Flickr