Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~Kahlil Gibran

Saturday, May 26, 2012

For Elizabeth and Tyler

Its smiles in the morning and
holding hands in the car

smiling silently and listening
to you soaking up sunshine

finding us in between the lyrics
and the static on the radio

touching knees and tangled shins
under restaurant tables

whispered laughter and breath on
earlobes

Its kisses on knuckles and fingers
grazing jawbone

It is all these every day intimacies
that outshine loud sung devotions,
claims of affection that shout
down and bully doubt to give
cover to empty promises.
For Elizabeth and Tyler by Dakota Farley

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