Musings by The Poet Loriet
Spontaneous Combustion
I love your laugh,
deep and hearty and surprised.
It's the last thing I heard
before I dove underwater,
naked and sparkling
in my backyard pool.
I climbed out and shouted,
"Woo-hoo baby!
You've got to try that!
It's exhilarating!" as
I shook off excess water
like a wet dog after bathing.
I did it for you,
to make you laugh.
With your eyes wide,
you mused, "I'm missing out.
I get it, little bear cub.
Settle down!", and
we giggled and giggled
as you hugged me,
wet and slippery,
and I drowned you
in playful kisses...
And you dubbed me Loribear
while our laughter went on and on
in a wonderful spontaneous combustion,
healing all of our previous wounds
and knitting us together
in one big thirsty towel
of comforting friendship.
Lori Beal
deep and hearty and surprised.
It's the last thing I heard
before I dove underwater,
naked and sparkling
in my backyard pool.
I climbed out and shouted,
"Woo-hoo baby!
You've got to try that!
It's exhilarating!" as
I shook off excess water
like a wet dog after bathing.
I did it for you,
to make you laugh.
With your eyes wide,
you mused, "I'm missing out.
I get it, little bear cub.
Settle down!", and
we giggled and giggled
as you hugged me,
wet and slippery,
and I drowned you
in playful kisses...
And you dubbed me Loribear
while our laughter went on and on
in a wonderful spontaneous combustion,
healing all of our previous wounds
and knitting us together
in one big thirsty towel
of comforting friendship.
Lori Beal
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Spontaneous Combustion
Spontaneous Combustion