I Used To Think…

There is nothing,

At least so I thought,

More perfect
And satisfying
Than sitting
On my front step,
With my bourbon,
And my tablet…

To write,
And watch
The sun set.

Simple,
Pure.

Absorbing,
Faultless.

Unconditionally appreciative
Of the ever-changing
Panoply of colors,
Gifted to my eyes…

Held in the completeness,
Enrobed in the grace
Of another exquisite dusk.

I used to think
That these precious moments
Captured the essence
Of what I believed
To be utopian,
Gorgeous,
Consummate
And simply incomparable.

I used to think
All of that

Until…

Until my eyes were filled
With your beauty,

And my body was wrapped
In your elegance.

 

Β© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

25 thoughts on “I Used To Think…

      1. I agree…and thanks for the flexibility. If I didn’t have all this company work to do on nights and weekends, I’d be a much more proficient writer! πŸ™‚

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