Friday, April 16, 2010

A Simple Portrait

Cinnamon.
Dark chocolate.
The smell of rosemary in butter and lemon juice.

Steinbeck,
Hornby,
Gaiman,
Austen,
Thompson and
Kerouac.

Rainy days;
muggy nights.

Black and White Photos;
packages in the mail;
hand written letters.

High heels and lace;
Johnny Walker whiskey;
cash to burn.

Blue eyes.
Wavy Hair.
Warm Smiles.

The smell of a Hotel.
Being barefoot on carpet.
Boots on the Beach.
Love in my heart.
Tears on my cheeks.
Tired hands.

Dylan,
Cooke,
Johnson,
Baez and
Seeger.

St. Vincent Millay and
Collins.

Sanding wood;
brushing away sawdust with an old brush.

Smelling the nape of her neck;
the feeling before you've kissed for the first time.

Hands gliding like kites out of car windows

Hearts on Sleeves;

Squinted eyes to the sun.

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