Love In An Afternoon's Hammock

Vintage Words


I love you best when the swing catches

in the winds of touching and kisses

and moving together for our mutuality.

I love the feel of progress; the nightly

putting of the little replicas of ourselves

to bed.


At work, at play, with friends, or

strangers, we think about fortune at

finding each other out there in that

mess of really bad choices. We sing

as we rock together gentle as a bending

flower in perpetually summered breezes.


And as our hair diminishes, thins,

and turns gray and unruly, we

look into the mirrors that are

each other and recall with smiles

and silent acknowledgments that

our fortune is in hands that may

automatically caress and in hearts

that continue to amuse.







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