Saturday, October 7, 2017

just a song at twilight

in the quiet
autumn moonlight

sit with me

the old people will point
and call it "spooning"

the young ones will whistle
and call it "scoring"

the smart ones will nod,
and call it "none of their business"

we'll call it love
(or maybe something like it)

hold my hand
warm my heart

understand me
for just a while . . .


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