About Saturday night.
She asks
about the future
probably four times;
tells me,
You know I'm super-cute, right?
I know other guys that do;
I'm sure she's right.
She grins and gives me a wicked little head turn.
(I know then
that I know).
One hand runs through her hair;
arcs over the point of her ear.
We kiss while dancing.
Not much later,
I leave.
After a
few days thinking:
The possibilities I find
in this infinity of life
dazzle me;
meeting
one
wonderful women
reminds me;
I just feel humbled
and
that feels
like healing.
Do I call?
She asks
about the future
probably four times;
tells me,
You know I'm super-cute, right?
I know other guys that do;
I'm sure she's right.
She grins and gives me a wicked little head turn.
(I know then
that I know).
One hand runs through her hair;
arcs over the point of her ear.
We kiss while dancing.
Not much later,
I leave.
After a
few days thinking:
The possibilities I find
in this infinity of life
dazzle me;
meeting
one
wonderful women
reminds me;
I just feel humbled
and
that feels
like healing.
Do I call?
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So - I love the first poem... the head turn gets me every time.
The second... I love feeling amazed at beauty and life - I don't spend enough time thinking about it.
In other news, Sweep's eye is now better!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Even up until yesterday he was squinting, but today the squint is gone! Relieved? Hells yeah.
too bad we keep missing eachother being on here. I had a lot of fun that night we just commented back and forth.
so... do you call?