NaPoWriMo Day 5: Dear You
A Golden Shovel (after Passing Time by Maya Angelou)
This was hard and also a great exercise. Touche NaPoWriMo
DearYou
I would like to jump into a pool of yoursmiles. Laughter for days, skin
radiating happiness like
you were born for kisses at dawn
and staring into brown eyes. Mine.
Just who am I? - Carrying on like
a lovesick child choking on the musk
of embarrassed pre/post regret. Still.. One
day we will run as the sun paints
the sky - and as eyes meet the
pits of our souls will mark a beginning
that will be the next chapter of
our lives. It will not matter if you are a
cook or engineer or writer or -- I am certain
neither of us will care. Such things don't end
affairs of the heart. Or of the mind? The
truth is I don't know one from the other
- they are a pair. I only wonder when the
clock will strike and cause an end
to this 'now'? We shan't concede like any of
those who gave up right before a
prize was found. So you press on. I'm sure
you'll find me; our book needs a beginning.
Here's to love. Parents, siblings, friends, fuzzy creatures. Agape, eros, philia, the whole shebang.
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