Joy

I would be happy once again to see your face And the glow that's not mistaken for a blush. She would be as I would be, happy with my head Upon her breasts. The taste of wine upon her lip's the grape's I grow, And she would barely leave a mark upon the sand. I could never be as full the day before, When evening came the stars we'd watch as they Would fall. No bitter root, no costly fall, electric is her touch Green leaves wrap around the bush there by the tree. More than joy could ever give and yes the pain, I would Endure forevermore. Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017