Saturday, March 17, 2018

A Love Story

I wrote this poem once, a long time ago, but I never shared it with anyone - until today.

I look at your face,
Aglow and softly lit
As though from some source
That shines on you and you alone.
I look at your face
As my eyes trace
Every contour, each angle,
Memorizing each
Sweet expression,
Each subtle shift.

I look at your face,
Slightly out of focus
As though seeing it
From behind a tear.
My body trembles,
Suddenly aware
That your fingers have moved
To caress my cheek,

My memoir, Dear Elvis, is available at

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