At the Light

The night reflects in his eyes
As we stop for the light,
His hand resting warm on my thigh,
Familiar for over three decades.

The night of March seventeenth,
At the Front Range Inn,
First time I laid eyes on him.
Rakish and dangerous,
Smile inviting, interest not hidden,
It was lust at first sight.

He still smiles that smile at me
And it is still St Patricks night-
Holding hands, we head home
As the light turns green.

*** just a little something for my husband, Bob, best St Pats ever!

23 thoughts on “At the Light

  1. I can’t believe I missed your poem the other night…it’s so romantic and I like the way you wrote out March seventeenth 😉

  2. Nice story and I like how you’ve captured time in color (stop light) From the sounds of your story, maybe the red light was more romantic than the green? Stop and go romantic drive

  3. Rakish and dangerous,
    Smile inviting, interest not hidden,
    It was lust at first sight….haha…nice…glad you acknowledge that…smiles…lol…i am glad he still give you that smile as well…says much of the health of your relationship…smiles…happy anniversary of meeting…

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