it started when…
i remembered my brassiere was too tight
i began to wiggle and pluck….
and so did my girl with bigger size cup, it was contagious so to speak
we all began to giggle ’til we almost peed
(because, heck, we’re over 40, and that may just happen)
we were laughing…. so hard
we forgot what kicked off the cacklin’…
one by one, we begin to catch our breath
soaked faces and tear-drenched napkins
(Collective breath) Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
then, here she goes… (the one with the closet full of sport intimates)
“well, did you fix it?!”
…which sent us tumbling back into endless jest…
Hibernate in frost.
You are my tropic, my summer.
My spring, hold me, love.
I disagree with what most say.
Love is not just love
It can take you away…
…on a moon beam or starship.
On a sunray while you daydream…
…it can take root
and ground you.
Love can make you stay…
…the bridge between me and you,
it can fill you full
when it’s true..
…it widens the heart,
unleashes you from your past
…and burrows deep into your soul.
It enlivens your spirit.
You can’t help but hear it…
…singing in soprano notes and
in bass, when it’s low, slow
…if you have felt loved before then you know what I am saying
You know when you have Love;
You’re heart is never the same…
…the moments we number by the breathes we take;
we cherish those same moments when love takes our breath away…
There is no point in playing
when you could be, simply…
gotta get over
gotta get over
see, you can stick mondays
where the sun don’t shine
tuesdays can stand in line
but wednesdays, you gotta get over, over
to thursdays where you can see the light
of friday’s long, long nights
sleeping in on saturday mornings.
the afternoons are lazy
you become hazy on sunday, since monday’s soon after
you try not to think of things you must do, yet you still plan
or not to think of the things that will take you off your feet,
even though you still land
monday comes and you feel
like your drowning in quicksand
can’t envision friday for the sake of the tuesday at hand
when wednesday arrives again and you’re back where you started…
you gotta get over, over, over
’cause, you know, getting on with life… just ain’t for the faint of heart
over, over, over…
Watering plants spawns
new leaves. All we need to grow
our roots is His love!