learning how to please and being pleased
smiles and laughter in faded shirts
breezes off the ocean in my imagination...
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..someday...i will always feel them... |
new music that fills my ears and my soul
rediscovering reasons to fill the ice trays
morning chats with old friends, and new...
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...hiss.....sizzle....yes...still hot... |
the history of a nation
traffic free commutes and strangers on the street
wondering about strangers on the street...
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...a shy smile...and a little glance... |
late night swims that leave me panting
wanting to be where i am not, yet content to only want
honesty...
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...and i will keep diving right on in... |
the cool night air on my bare neck
waiting, and daydreams, and waiting for daydreams
pleasing and being pleased, hour after hour...
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...let the breeze blow...for as long as it likes... |
the fact that there really is a super girl barbie and i have her now
cranky old chauvinistic poets who are actually very wise
drawing your own constellations...
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...start at point a..and work your way up... |
backlit photographs with the dawn creeping up behind me
precious little sleep
and knowing it is worth it....
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...when it lights you up inside... |
Another beautifully written passage Emily.
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