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(She was my favorite part of my recent trip to Lake Tahoe)
Published on July 15, 2006 By Buddah Moskowitz In Poetry
is the tingle of ice cream

the breathlessness of standing
face to face with the expanse of Lake Tahoe

the descending strings that catch in my throat
and pull at my heart
in any recording of the Delfonics

the tip of my tongue on chocolate
raindrops alighting upon my face

rising to the aroma of coffee
and something baking downstairs.

She is the fourth ace drawn
and my fingers falling in
unexpectedly pleasant ways
at the piano

my heart beating strong and fast
after a swim

the silence hidden among the evergreens

the welcome clasp of a warm hand

the bit of the sky where
the clouds never stop.

She is an ever-shifting puzzle
with ever-changing pieces
perpetually re-creating
my ideal of beauty.

Comments
on Jul 17, 2006
the breathlessness of standing
face to face with the expanse of Lake Tahoe


That is a magnificent lake. I have a picture of it on my computer. When I boot up that is the first thing I see. I wish I had of been there in the summer though.

I'm glad to see you back. I was wondering where you were.
on Jul 26, 2006
This was beautifully done. Simple and elegant and yet so intimate and home-y. All the senses were engaged. Somehow this reminded me of a time-lapse dandelion. Things that are familiar to the point of being invisible suddenly become breathtaking and fascinating.
on Aug 21, 2006
Jeeeeez, I think I'm gonna be sick.

Johnny