Love Poem No.8

Due west of where we are

awaits a time where you and I

can sit at dusk and you’ll say

I wonder what the kids are up to

and I’ll say hey wanna get it on

and you’ll say c’est la même chose.

We’ll pause a bit giving silence

the chance to speak its peace.

Then a breeze will kick up and

you’ll say I’m going in and I’ll say

I’m gonna sit a spell more. You’ll

touch my ear as you pass and

say don’t be too long sport. 

 

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