I asked her
in bed
covered in honesty
just fed
by nature’s always
replenishing,
I asked her
love lent,
what the number
6,000,000 meant?
……………………………
Looking up
like a little girl might
counting stars or sheep
she said,
“A large city
maybe a bank account?”
Then, closing her eyes
leaning over,
she said again,
“Come here! Give me
6,000,000 kisses!”
……………………………
Yes, we are learning
how to count again.
I like when you rhyme a little, David! The rhymes in this one are especially unforced, playful.
Not very deep analysis, huh? :D
I also like the last line/thought in New Year’s Eve, and I like Shadow Work, perhaps because we share the same clothing/eating habits!
So simple, I know. Carry on!
Ellen,
That is my forte I think – rhyme. It just is “comfortable” for me and I’ve never ever had a sense that when I allow words to “come on dove’s wings” that they are forced… glad they don’t read so either.. Next post will be something with rhyme. I used to challenge myself by writing Shakespearean sonnets, a few a day. Could be a good challenge again…
whoops, that comment was for Recount : ) … maybe I clicked wrong.