Linen; Lace, And White Jeans Poem by stephanie mellisa kievaughan

Linen; Lace, And White Jeans

Rating: 5.0


I reminisce
on few thing's
As Prescious...
such as this!
Likened unto the paper
on Which I write.
My Heart's Bold youth.
my spirit of old.
Having Lived many Lives Untold.
my memory of you unfold's.
Your innocent beauty
sauntering up to me.
You were dressed
for an ever unsettled
Warm, and windy spring.
in your flouncy blouse,
And your white jean's.
your hand's were perched high
Upon the back of your hip's
multiplying Force's
Of Emotional Gravity.
the sum of all that is you.
Compelling all that is me.
to Lean into your proximity.
So close you went to kissing me.
so I went to kissing you.
Right then; and there
you Became My Sunshine,
And I Metamorphed.
into all that needs your warmth
Like the Monarch Flutter bye.
unfolds it's wing's to dry.
It needs your Heat.
Before it ever beats a wing to fly.
every Leaf in the jungle
Needs the Fire.
in your gentle kiss
So the gorilla's
may find their rest
Hiding in the rising mist.
too a bore hole high
Up In a Tree.
a Toucan pouk's Out
It's colorful beak.
flying down fast
As a Rainbow's streak.
through the canopy
Your light leak's
as the birds rise their head's
From under tufted wing.
with Thanks, and praise Contemplated
They Begin to sing.
Right then and there
my heart knew
What it means to Care.
my Mind Grew
To Understand.
Why the earth
spins underneath our feet.
How your graceful heat.
unfurls the fern
From it's slumber.
know i all ways Loved you the most.
In the Springtime.
when the Wind is pushed
By Holy Host's.
the Spirits, and the Ghost's
Of the Winter Time.
chilling Goose Flesh Underneath.
Your Linen; Lace, and White Jeans.
In the Springtime.

Saturday, February 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: first love,kiss
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
this moment happened in a little textile mill village.likely around 1985. where they light up the town which has never had a population of over a thousand people. at the playground behind McAdenville grammar school.where they have lit up the town for Christmas with red; white, and green light's only with the exception of the red, white, and blue tree to honor the veterans of foreign wars. also thomas kinkade has an art gallery there. and thomas edison engineered our first Hydro-power dam.it was an exceedingly special place to grow up.if ever she brings up her insecurities on aging or any body image issue's i tell her. i all ways remember you in the springtime of our youth. so you all ways will be that beautiful to me: -)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 26 May 2016

A marvelously written poem. I wish the memory my first was so wonderful

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Clarence Prince 17 February 2016

This is quite a story inside a poem, with so much to remember, and to share with us, readers, in such a way, I'll give it a rating of 10. Blessings to you, Stephanie!

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