Love Poem No.8

Due west of where we are
awaits a time where you and I
can sit at dusk and you’ll say
I wonder what the kids are up to
and I’ll say hey wanna get it on
and you’ll say c’est la même chose.
We’ll pause a bit giving silence
the chance to speak its peace.
Then a breeze will kick up and
you’ll say I’m going in and I’ll say
I’m gonna sit a spell more. You’ll
touch my ear as you pass and
say don’t be too long sport. 
 

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2 Comments

  1. Carol Vinson on January 18, 2013 at 10:00 pm

    Your words speak to me as always! Love this!!

  2. pastordt on January 22, 2013 at 5:31 am

    It’s been a rugged week here on the CA coast and coming by late to read this just lightened the load a whole lot. Thanks for that.

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