Placid

Share this fruit with me

And I will collect in a pool at your feet

But not like a shivering child.

Push me down the dunes and laugh

While the palms sway in languorous heat

And the sand softens your toes.

Push me aside against the cinder block wall

And stride past without looking –

Toss your hair in nonchalance.

Place your hand on my neck

And pull me to your shoulder

Because time calls on us to dance.

Will there ever be enough tomorrows with you

To fill all the empty yesterdays?

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This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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