The Eve of Christine

I never was one
for the cliche meetings,
the innuendo laced dinners,
the sappy love songs.

I'm still not of that
mind
   set,
but she grabbed my hand
wouldn't let go.

Kisses with the passion
that could rent oceans,
a stare of lustful bliss
that made my knees buckle,
she spoke to me...

Not in the language of everyday,
but in the soft hush of her breath,
in the subtle flicker
of her eyelashes,
in the glimmer of her
soft brown eyes...

Time stopped for moments in between,
I don't know how long actually passed,
but it seemed ages
since I took my last breath.

The soft supple curve of her hips,
the beating of her heart under perfect breasts,
the saunter in her step
as she walks away knowing
that the way she shakes
drives me to insanity...

She strikes the picture in my mind,
perfection is a perception
not a standard,

and as she pulls
her lips away
from mine,

the moment between kiss and goodbye,
I've seen our relationship grow,
I've watched perfection,
I've sampled the ambrosia,

I kissed my love
into the wind,
and I fell leagues
with her in my arms.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved

lost in a moment

She came into my life on
a whirlwind of doubt,
something I never looked for,
something I never asked for.

Her words were melodic,
her eyes mirrors to myself,
her kiss electric,

She enfolded me into her dream,
with feathered gazes
and raindrop softness,
my mind a blur of emotions.

Everyday since has been
unlike the first,
but as comfortable
and encompassing
as the last,

She kissed me,
she killed me
in a sense,
a good way of course,
but the old ways
have given way
to new.

I see her smile
in the bright sunshine,
I see her tears
in the dreary rain,
I see her kisses
in my day dreams,
and I let go of
all the pain.

My life has been
somewhat of a turmoil,
filled with gaps
of happiness,
she fills the
emptiness with
more than I ever asked.

And for that I'm glad.

© Justin Frieberg, All rights reserved