Poem by Su Red

Photo by Su Red



In Tune

Vanilla beans don't
taste as sweet
as a perfect kiss
cashmere isn't so soft
as a loving touch
I tune my guitar to G,
open a bottle
and that Jameson wisdom
comes into play
as my sing-songy poets voice
recites these words to you
How is it that
the rain always seems
to know when to fall,
but the sun doesn't always
know when to shine?
Take me to where you
know it's warm, baby
Tune me to your favorite key
I'll be the perfect
Sunday morning song,
the one you play
sometimes on Wednesday
to calm you
and remind you
what loving feels like