Your pen and how it does its writing
is in its elegance exciting.
Thanks for the card, it hit the spot
so legible it, er….was not.
Thus I imagined what you said
inside your user-friendly head.
You wrote ‘I found a blue-green dove
and sent her off to take my love
in a small gesture of devotion
across the stillness of the ocean.’
Well that was nice and very kind.
Red wine and words let me unwind.
I too like journeys in the summer.
It’s winter here now, what a bummer!
the sun was setting in the Westand as I combed my hairI looked out through the window screenand saw to my surprisetwo creatures that are seldom seenat home……. two butterflies.They danced and sang and smiled at meuntil the darkness cameout on my porch they acted freeand played their lovely game.And in the morning when I…
Out in the forest freeze the deerour houses, refuges for mice.The snow brings happiness and joyfor many girls and every boy,with grace and silence it descends,for autumn storms it makes amends.The farmer leaves alone his soiland Mr. Chevron brings the oilto heat the inside of your houseand keep you warm, also the spouse.Before you know,…
if you like.After all,you may not.Only if you do,if you really dolike the plantcan you reallyreally love it.And a plantwill always reciprocatebeing lovedif the love isgenuine.And so willa womanwho is truly loved.Love is a reflectionout of eyes,plant or human.A reflection that iscaressing you.That is the beautyof loveand the miracleof woman.
for weeks on end, and in the summerwhen water’s warm, they float,and frolic, swim just for the sakeof being there and having, yes, fun.It was a scorcher of a day, and Joe,whose job it was to get the touristsfrom all those countries safely home,had been the first to take the plunge.And he was safe, so…
May I suggest you plant inside your shoessome roses, blacks and reds and also blues.It would improve the status of your feetand even cold, our feet will need to meetbefore the honeymoon when they’ll be closecan you imagine, girl, a rose between your toes?
Naked have you look at meas I treasure what I see.Quickly to thy fount I flylet me enter or I’ll die.
