We have ridden camels
in the Kalahari,
Flew Eagles over Canada,
walked across the Niagra.
We have boated up the
Nile and pierced the
catacombs of Rome.
We made love by the
red rock in Australia.
Our adventures overlap
memory.
We've spun the Sun and
tossed the moon,
walked on coals,
groomed gorillas and
climbed to Lhasa.
We were married in Tibet,
among the Chinese stalls,
made our way to India
and slept with tigers.
The planet swings
as we kiss, and spins
to the rhythm of Joy.
Caroline Shank
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 6:28 AM UTC
We have ridden camels
in the Kalahari,
Flew Eagles over Canada,
walked across the Niagra.
We have boated up the
Nile and pierced the
catacombs of Rome.
We made love by the
red rock in Australia.
Our adventures overlap
memory.
We've spun the Sun and
tossed the moon,
walked on coals,
groomed gorillas and
climbed to Lhasa.
We were married in Tibet,
among the Chinese stalls,
made our way to India
and slept with tigers.
The planet swings
as we kiss, and spins
to the rhythm of Joy.
Caroline Shank
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