Saturday, September 25, 2010

cherries for sarah

"it was fate," she told you
the way she caught your eye
walking alone
as you usually did
never missing a thing

was it the shape
of her confident stance
or the smile, like a child at play?
you'll never know
but she had you

the words came easy
as if from a thousand conversations before
"i love you" preceding "i want you"
seconds turning to hours
you kissed

her Ruby lipstick colored your lips
"it looks like cherries," she said
and that's when you knew
you'd bring cherries for sarah