#spanishbread
You were seated on the loveseat,
yet beside you, i couldn't be
made me feel...i, alone, would face eternity,
between us, lay an immeasurable spread...
your distance, was something hard to invade,
some kind of steel.....unthinkable to pierce
but, i broke your wall...fractured your fears
rose from my square pillows
defied my rules, my fears
fought your dominant shadows
I pushed you to the edge...i did leave you in rage,
ignored your dagger looks,
to give way to change
it took a while.......i thought long....what if........
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so...i brought in soft buttered Spanish bread
thought i'd chill your rage, with fresh, iced lemonade
while you drank, i squeezed your hand,
teased you with a glance
a tickle here and there
til you grabbed my hand
ahh...i love your controlled smile...
from challenging moments...you and i rise
i'd say......we're worth every daring effort exerted,
Us two, on the loveseat,
side by side,
sitting comforted.
Sally
Copyright May 1, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 3:24 AM UTC