“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Crossroads

There were tears
For she was sad
He was her (? best) friend
So he was sad too
More tears, hot and salty – he found
For he had tried to kiss them away
She was precious
And he might lose her
- Shortly
- Surely
- Forever
He wouldn’t like that
So he panicked
But held her gaze (and her hands)
And told her how he felt
That got him a hug (which was nice)
Then they went for a walk
Had a glass of lime juice each
And that, my unborn children
Is how your blundering daddy
Met your beautiful mommy

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