the hint of mischief
in Angela’s smile
the lips full
of playfulness
the hair framing her face
cascading on her shoulders
a leg slightly bent
she leans to one side
and promises much
in her eyes
promises
torn promises
there
where the torn promises
lie
so is my heart
what’s left
you tossed back
your long hair
straightened
your shoulders
and said
later
what’s left is
your scent
lingering
in the air
your smile
etched
in my mind
your promise
engraved
on my heart
once again: the promise of things to come
in the glint
of your eyes
the hint
of a smile
on those full lips
one hand caressing
your hair
the other firmly placed
on a hip
the tilt of your shoulders
almost a shrug
there
here
the promise
of things to come
wouldn’t that be roses
that look in your eye
just before sunset
when the night held more promise
than the day
it might have lasted forever
in some other lifetime
wouldn’t that have been something
to laugh about
in a corner booth
in heaven
roses, kid
in an always spring
promises: for Alica
the morning
holds promises
but nothing quite like
the thought
of you
forever
a word
a promise
a mistake
to believe
in one word
what’s left
you tossed back
your long hair
straightened
your shoulders
and said
later
what’s left is
your scent
lingering
in the air
your smile
etched
in my mind
your promise
engraved
on my heart
the promise
in the glint
of your eyes
the hint
of a smile
on those full lips
one hand caressing
your hair
the other firmly placed
on a hip
the tilt of your shoulders
almost a shrug
there
here
the promise
of things to come
the letter
I did not expect
the honesty within
a heart open
a promise
in the picture
of your eyes
so soon
too soon
for an old heart
grown weary
these many years
from home
Leonard Durso 