Curve in a Rock


If I were twenty one with verve
with muscle tone
and sturdy bone

I'd find a rock to suit my curve
a granite one
in autumn's sun

I'd lie embraced in its warm fold
in hollows, breasts
my arms on crests

There I would dream of growing old
of futures past
Love that would last

And wonder what
I wish begun
when said and done

I'll wait and see.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem