Monday, July 20, 2009

Sunday Afternoon

Making love on a Sunday afternoon
A warm breeze sails through the windows
City life bustles down below.
Is this what they meant by
afternoon delight?
Thoughts of Kerouac, Ginsberg,
and New York City fill my mind,
but I'm not sure why.
All I can think is the bliss of
this moment, the peace of my soul,
my love of you.