The
Kennedys
The sun sets through your
bedroom window.
Laying there with you,
I’ll ask you to tell me everything you know about John F. Kennedy.
You’ll run your fingers
through my hair
and ramble on about his
beliefs, the women, and Jackie.
We’ll marvel at her
beauty and how handsome he was.
I’ll marvel at your eyes
and how they smile when you talk about history.
We can wonder if he ever
ran his fingers through Jackie’s brown hair
like you do with me while
he told her embarrassing college stories from his time at Harvard.
You guess she giggled
like me when I chuckle at your cheesy jokes.
How did they look at each
other?
I’m sure he loved to gaze
into her eyes.
Oh, how they could tell a
story, lead you to believe something was there, and confirm
that you don’t know
everything.
She was glamour with an
air of mystery never to be fully solved,
but John sure loved to
try.
We bet he unclasped her
pearls gently as her gloves dropped to the ground.
Maybe he kissed her neck
and took in the scent of her Chanel No.5 perfume that faded
through the night of
dinner with leaders, dancing with athletes, and wine with poets.
I bet he unzipped her
dress and took her hand to help her out of it.
You bet she smiled.
He lead the country and
he also lead her to her bed
with freedom to explore
and conquer every inch of her.
We can wonder if they got
lost in the sea of blankets in their White House bed.
I bet they forgot about
the world for the night.
John would read the
newspapers in the morning.
…
Sparkle&Shine.
Rachel
@theglitterylife
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