Barbara

Sometimes I wrap my arms around her and hug

Sometimes I bury my lips in the small of her neck

Tasting the day she has spent in her garden

It tickles she squirms away

But not too far

 Other times I stand close to her

 Brushing pollen stains from her cheeks

Or tasting them

Her nails are filled with clinging dirt

Her hair a mass of pinned up curl

Breaking free in wrist brush back  defiance

She smells and tastes of early Summer

and has gone far too long without a hug

Reviews

[Trigorin]

Not bad. You use some fantastic imagery in this piece and you manage to get your point across very well, especially considering the brevity of the piece. I'd criticize some of your word choice in the latter half of the poem as it seems to me to make things seem just a tad too staccato and unfocused in parts, but really, that's a small matter. Well done.

[An Ordinary Woman]

Donald! Wow! Oh my goodness!

This is the stuff poetry is made of right here. Excellent!

[Michael G.]

And such is a moment in the day of lover's loving.
Well written, sir.

[New Dawn]

This is beautiful - the intimacy captured so well - very moving and memorable write

[Pete Langley]

This is true love, Don. I very much like the small subtle signs of it in the poem.
Delightful. Pete

[Ken Simm.]

You are very fortunate man my friend.

[Donald Meikle]

I well know it Ken

[Muse]

I too could smell the flowers in her hair. Takes a deep breath in...ahhhhh...thanks for sharing this beautiful Barbara with the cafe.