Take your pick
Watch’em, as they pass
They’re all totally fly
Ones that sparkle
Ride’em fast
Those that linger
Take’em high
There’s a feeling that exists
History has proven love lives
Like a breath of fresh air
We acknowledge when it arrives
Our bodies begin to relax, usually
Become water, when it’s right
A penetration of care
Flowing over our skin
Perfect temperature
Healing as it descends
Further on
Past our eyes
Which see doubt
Beyond our hearts
That feel protective
Over our core
Already aching
For more, of the same
Truth told, we crave love
Not only our selves
But our minds
A saturation combined with ease
Allows our imagination to thrive
In communion, as well
A perfection, pointless to hide
Streams through us, honestly
Sustainable serenity, alive
One of my favorite guys, Mr. Mark Bialczak of What Will I Write About Next, used the sneak approach to get me to accept the Liebster Award he offered out a few weeks ago. How’d he do it? He asked the right questions.
I admit to being caught off guard by Mark’s nod in my direction, but I have no good explanation as to why. You see, we talk weekly via our blog posts and quite rightly enjoy each other’s company, so it shouldn’t have been such a shock. How did we meet? I can’t remember, but we bonded a year ago over nicknames. He likes using them and so do I.
This morning’s view didn’t whisper love,
There weren’t romantic signals, in colorful hues,
Left there to guide me,
While pushing through routine.
It was my mind’s song from yesterdays past,
Yes, one by Otis Redding.
Honestly, the song surprised me,
Reminded my broken heart of you,
Yet, encouraged my beliefs regarding true love,
And left me yearning in quiet blue.