three word wednesday: accentuate, glamour, pitch
photo: Red Roofed Refuge, orvaratli, flickr
the touch of his lips
purring upon my shoulder
the weight of his words
accentuate his strength that stirs
the pitch of his ruffled roof
beneath the distant moon
wrapped in a magic meadow
lost in the glamour of his grin
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
Nicely done. THis reads so well.
The grin….wow….romantic…
Wonderful. I love the way the second stanza opens the poem out from an intimate moment into a grander vista. The poem could be read in many ways, an intimate moment or a kind of psalm.
So easy to get lost in a guy’s grin, isn’t it? Nice writing, Piece of Pie.
love the last line, as always, there’s a strange joy in your words