bless me with your kisses
and let differences
dissipate in a
simple
sacred love affair.
find with me what
is good and true and beautiful.
i believe your eyes
are leading the way
to grass stains
and finger paints
and white linen dancing in sunshine,
in the rhythm of the wind.
two could become three,
another trinity
to weave in and through
the good and true and beautiful.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
mmhmm. I like where hope is taking you.
i hate it.
Post a Comment