The Knitting Journeyman

Gathering Up One Thread At A Time As I Weave This Web Of Mine.....

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Poetic Asides Day 9


It wasn’t the day we met.
It wasn’t our first kiss.
It wasn’t the first time you held me.
It wasn’t the first glimpse
Held close within that space
In time.
It wasn’t the color of your eyes.
Or the taste of your breath
In my mouth.
It was the first time you spoke
From your heart to mine.
The time you made me cry,
Dizzy and soft.
Nothing else in this crazy world
Has ever felt so right.