It seemed
like years
before
I picked
a bouquet
of kisses
off her mouth
and put them
into a dawn-colored vase
in
my
heart.

But
the wait
was worth it.

Because
I
was
in love.

(C) Richard Brautigan
03/21/2017


Best Poems of Richard Brautigan

• 15%
• My Nose Is Growing Old
• Man
• The Wait
• Color As Beginning
• Part 3 Of Trout Fishing In America
• Boo, Forever
• Mating Saliva
• Milk For The Duck
• Poker Star
• I Live In The Twentieth Century
• Love Poem
• Part 6 Of Trout Fishing In America
• At The California Institute Of Technology
• Part 5 Of Trout Fishing In America
• Part 10 Of Trout Fishing In America
• Less Time