Not in a wound; But a flavor to add delight; A crisp crystal on the tongue To excite; To brine the fun and hold it close; Saving and savoring memories; Curing them for all times; You the salt, to my pepper. The constant to my spice.
Wake up light. No real reason. A leisurely stretch. Rolling into a full day with energy and wit. Sun just right. Nothing wrong. Just right. Tummy - a little flat. Well almost flat. Think good thoughts. Say good prayers. Move with care and Thanks for such a day.
Never let go. Just a sip of strong. Left to my own. What was the test? Must not confess. Keep it covered. Who will know? Felt that way. Too shy to own. No regret for then. Was it just selfish. Was it for purpose. But, now- My own private wrong.
God wants us to sing Gentle harmonizing songs. But we are man; We ate the fruit Of know it all. Now we roam With those who hate. Maybe we all hate a little If not a lot. Brutality where God Whispered love songs To us all.
Fate doesn't drag straight Except on occasion. When it follows the cool Crisp lines of wants and needs To make a perfect soft landing in the midst of things. Gentle blessing rests.
Head forward with stretched neck; Was I that wicked? Was I that lost? Just swept up in youth; Now under deep blue; Was I my own undoing? Is this payback? Gulping blue In deep swallows. Lost from myself.