Saturday
I can sit
With you
Alongside
The Platinum stream under a Golden sun
All morning
I can walk
With you
Through meadows
Constantly counting
Toe rings of
Sparkling emerald grass
One
By
One
I can pass
The afternoun hours
With you
Eating my candy kisses and caramel popcorn and
Placing your hand on my thigh
At the movie about
Melancholy love
I can cry
Saturday night
As reality becomes invisible
By inches and miles of fantasy
Dance on your lap
I can see through closed eyes
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4 comments:
i absolutely love this! You make the simple things seem so beautiful in your poems:-)
i like this!
love the poem but u gone be sick eatting that corn and candy
I really think you should put together a book.
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