catching different sorts of insects
the feeling of Earth on your bare feet
feeling like a millionaire with any coin you find
the humid wind making your hair heavy
your height being level to an adults **** for years
some sort of sugary substance attached to my cheeks
hours of boredom, which we would **** for as adults
closeness with siblings,  never to be regained.
and if there were such thing as reincarnation,
would childhood summers be like this all over again?

Allow me to sigh,
the simplest release.

Ease me from those
tomorrow is right around the corner
blues.

This breath isn't a cigarette
a cup of *****
an afternoon snooze
or a roll in the hay.

No, it's just one cleansing breath
means so much to me.
Now I know how monks reach divinity.

Put down those veils you wear.
Only if you allow me,
can I help you.
You see that mountain up there?
I have climbed it
took me a while to tell you that.
been tricked by beautiful before.
we all have
balanced on those red rocks
mastered it
though you may not like to hear
having known it
felt how ugly
came down
will show you
this is my everyday.
I hold you more than you will know.
Lead me to you.

oily skin
no appetite
dry mouth
nothing to say

I hate working mornings!

In the olden days,
the Roman days.
Women and men had *** in the farm fields to ensure the crops would be fertile.
Drinking wine,  forgetting time,  and reveling in their mortality!
Wouldn't that be fun?
Bacchus!

I smile,
turn towards him.
He snores.

Your calloused hands!
I used to want to claim them
for my wooden treasure chest.
Spending all of eternity
holding both.

You rejected me,
or should I say politely
denied me such pleasures.

And now I tell you frankly,
no woman but me,
would have
cherished those
elephant skin hands.

fishnet pantyhose
mexican dinners
men with a big noses
competing, being the winner
women scented like roses

words of praise
cats
getting a yearly raise in pay
the sound outside my window and knowing it's bats
calling in sick to work, and spending the day at play

seeing stupidity and smiling
the laughing of my nieces
writing a good poem without trying
hug by my fiance and falling to pieces