Love Poems. Get There by Melissa Fry Beasley. This summer Monday, enjoy this amazing poem in the weekly section of Melissa on Yareah Magazine. Love is Love!
Each star in the night sky
is an Ndn soul.
We are voluble and dreamy
from drinking beer
in pop top cans,
after six hours of
rattling around in a
four wheel drive pickup truck.
Hairpinning around crumbling dirt roads
hacked straight out of cliffs.
I’m pushed up so close
next to you in the seat that there’s
nothing between us,
but beauty and the cool of this night.
Secola and Boyd on the radio.
You on my mind and all in my spirit.
Hand on my thigh, your kiss in my hair.
I just keep wondering how much further
This road will go on until we finally get there?