In love with the city of Prague |
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Falling Through Our EyesMid winter, cold, damned coldThe kind of cold that freezes thought and mine were ready But she was warm and pretty, with good legs, her smile catching me by surprise Warm hands, warm touch, warm fingers playing across my back Her head so quickly on my shoulder Sometimes love just comes like that An unexpected meeting of the eyes But does it ever last? The sudden rush of passion that makes me think I’m cared about Or is it bound to lessen, as we know much more and care much less? Her body’s warm and nestles against mine Waking, tangled in the morning light, we tease each other, reach across the sheets She stretches, each line so finely drawn We fall through one another’s eyes Six months since we met, first held each other A love that seems to deepen every day I know I’ll hold her years from now, with memories of each intimacy shared This love, this Golden City, Prague |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |