won’t reblog, repost, retweet
only want to see once for myself
it’s so very cute, sweet, personal, yes, but
only want to glimpse, visualize, savor, rub
it will still be private, he’s so very perfect, so very
smart, sexy, debonair, muscular
it’s the shoes it’s the hat it’s the pointy
touchy grip grin, who is that
with, where was it, when did they
won’t reblog, repost, retweet, only crave my own
before the delete
When the door at the top of the stairs swung open
she would have cast the teapot aside.
The lack of biscuits would have gone without remark.
Surely the widowed Mrs. Hudson, discovering her young friend
engaged in a perfectly good waltz alone,
would have eagerly and expertly known
when to dip or swirl.
no tears are left
Every now and then
even though I witness the smooth
curve of lips or steady holding of eyes,
I do not always know where to look
for the truth
If you can walk away, it doesn’t matter.
Whether you dance, shuffle, or hacky sack, it truly
makes no difference whatsoever, as long as
you live through it and live after it and then
keep continuing to be alive
all the rest of it never even counts.
by gentle lips onto a
willingness of heart