2/25/12

Your Wings
By Linda M. Crate


I love it when you dance your wings upon me,
wash away the stain of yesteryears that cling to
me in stinging hands of sea salt; the osculation of
your lips against mine is enough to chase away
any rainy day or thought there-of, you make me
smile the way that no one else could ever dream
of doing; you’re not like anyone else I know, but
in a good way, I wouldn’t want to know love from
the arms of any other; you’re the one that makes
my heart smile, you’re my hearts duet, the one that
dances rivers of magic done my spine in electric
pulses that excite the sou, reviving my spirit’s core.


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Linda Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She has a Bachelor's in English-Literature from Edinboro University. Her poetry and short stories have been published in several magazines.