3rd OF JULY


I heard the far-off pop of a firecracker last night -
Coming attractions.

My fingers run through long silky hair
in my mind
Each strand tickling
as it passes.
My lips taste yours
My tongue can feel
yours
I can almost feel the warmth of your arms;
The heat that always transfers between us,
Communicating
between us;
The question that is always there.
And I wonder
what tomorrow’s answer will be.





Copyright 1999, Howl-at-the-Moon Words


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