75 – A MIDNIGHT MIST

Posted on February 8, 2014 by Ken Greenman

From the other side of fog
comes the echo of your steps.
You, splashing paths
in street puddles.
You are beautiful, though I
cannot see you
you are beautiful
though your hair is drenched
you are beautiful
because you are soaked
because I will be wet
by the raindrops
running down your cheeks
when I hold your head to kiss you.
You are beautiful
because you are.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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