Always You
When you gaze at me with your face
full of flavor....creases left by time
etched deep near those dark
mesmerizing eyes that still manage
to undress me....I feel the heat.
White stubble peeking from your strong
chin counts the years
matching the white wings in your hair
still rich with thickness.
How kind the years have been to you.
Your deep voice still captivating anyone
within earshot; a voice I Iove best
when you speak softly.
You wrap me in your worldly knowledge,
yet my desire for sweet nothings
seduces my senses.
I still see the tower of the man I married
so long ago, the man who swept
me off my feet with one glance
and I drown in that romance.
Connie Marcum Wong
6-16-16
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