Blue Cat Tales - STYLE

STYLE


I was charmed
and warmed
by the style
of her smile,
the way she talked
and walked.
I was gladdened
and yet saddened
by the way
she would say
things,
like a nightengale sings
soft songs,
slow and long
and real.
So real that you could feel
the music in the air
and the sweet softness of her hair,
and the liquid luciousness
of her kiss.