This one is not going to be about you.
harvesting-
the first tomato
sharing-
sun-kisses on both cheeks
giving-
the ripeness of August
humming-
the abstract melody
playing-
the first few awkward searching notes
becoming-
the moment of the song
imagining-
the sensation of crumbling texture on the tongue
assembling-
ingredients on the white tiled counter
listening-
to Frank Sinatra make love to the batter
blurting-
a line of thought in ink forming
shaping-
the curve of the line dripping
posting-
the completeness of body
pushing-
the buttons behind clicking protective glass
revealing-
the eyes sensitive, vulnerable, alive
falling-
in love privately without judgement
and.
one verse for you-
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