I love the country life,
the tranquility,
in between the feral cats
and hawks.
Morning coffee March
I sip it with Irish creme and smile.
Last night I fell
asleep inside her.
Safe and sound
and domesticated in her
tight wet walls.
We came together in
determined silence.
Family in the next
room.
I love the country life;
the ponds and streams and
sun soaked meadows.
The wild asparagus and
gooseberries.
In her arms my spirit rests.
My tired wings
find a nest better
than the barn swallows,
stronger than the eagles.
I'm a brook trout
swimming through
her veins.
I love the country life.
Coonhounds and cornflowers,
coyotes yipping and
bobcats tiptoeing up on
shocked field mice.
Last night, after we died
a little in each other's arms,
I gently rubbed her
cheek and kissed her
eyelids, nose, and lips.
I breathed in deep the
smell of lavender, sex, and
home, the safest
fragrance I know.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Nice flow and descriptive.
Thanks
I too love country life Thomas.
Andy
Thanks
I love the country too... would be even better with a great bird, like your poem... great times
Thanks, John.
Beautiful Thomas, I am a huge fan of the country side. Imagery is splendid. 🤗
Thank you so much.
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