Eyed And Spyed

Never needing to thumb through a magazine Or stare at a movie poster He had her dark eyes Etched in the stone of his memory Back to the days of emailing requests Of colors and cloth Draping her deliciously browned legs An early Christmas present to receive His, to unwrap There was no need for eyes to stray Further than her neckline The framing her face, with falling hair Oily black, kisses by the sun Kept him warm throughout the winter There, his fingers found comfort Inching up her seamed stockings Loving her bare feet, in his hands, as well He knew every curve and corner of her body The way a conductor know the train rails And he stopped just long enough On the platform of her love To think he might one day return To her tiny town and thunderous kisses