Her pale, round face at my bedroom window
pressed against the dirty panes
looking curiously at my upside down face.
Her luminosity hypnotizes me, shining
through the pale, gauzy,
antique lace curtains.
We gaze into each other's faces
mesmerized, inquisitive, fascinated---
amazed at our commonality,
both of us sleepless, lonely,
We've had two "cooler" days here in the Louisiana swamps. It's been amazing and magical. Seven days until Autumn, but who's counting? :-)
"The smell of ink is intoxicating to me — others may have wine, but I have poetry." ~Terri Guillemets