Title Poem from Kristen's Collection of Poetry Shine On
Shine On
I love the way his hair looks now
Especially after the rain.
I sit next to him, I slide onto him
And softly smile at what I see.
I never noticed the delicate lines
Inside his brown eyes before.
I never knew this hurt was one that
Only he could cure.
Michael.
He smiles back at me. The heat.
His hands wrap around my waist;
Now they caress my cheek.
He kisses me two times and we shine on
As our clothes instantly come off.
He comes inside, where I cannot hide
The heat, the warmth, and how much I think I might
Love him.
I love the way he's looking at me now.
I read those delicate lines and perhaps I should heed their
Warning.
But nothing matters in this moment so long as
He is here with me
In the morning.
(c) 2004 Kristen Booth. All Rights Reserved.
Shine On
I love the way his hair looks now
Especially after the rain.
I sit next to him, I slide onto him
And softly smile at what I see.
I never noticed the delicate lines
Inside his brown eyes before.
I never knew this hurt was one that
Only he could cure.
Michael.
He smiles back at me. The heat.
His hands wrap around my waist;
Now they caress my cheek.
He kisses me two times and we shine on
As our clothes instantly come off.
He comes inside, where I cannot hide
The heat, the warmth, and how much I think I might
Love him.
I love the way he's looking at me now.
I read those delicate lines and perhaps I should heed their
Warning.
But nothing matters in this moment so long as
He is here with me
In the morning.
(c) 2004 Kristen Booth. All Rights Reserved.
