How is it
My Dear One,
That I continue to forget
This feeling
This feeling of
Your Heart
In Mine,
Your Breath
Gliding through my spine,
A xylophone of sound
and vibration.
This anesthesia
has got to wear off sometime,
and sometime soon.
Life is bursting with
the juice of a ripe red cool watermelon
running down my chin
without the forgetfulness
coursing through my mind...
It's a breeze carrying the nectar of
Your scent from every direction,
A belly full of fresh-baked
Apple Pie goodness from
The many orchards of Your Smiles.
Please let me never forget
You.
Scott Patrick Schwenk 7/5/09
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