Sunday Afternoon
Sitting beneath
the sky with a smile-
spreading the day
with taste, sharp'n
strong.
Holding your laughter
firm in my heart-
drinking the bubbles
that sparkle the
time.
Spinning the moment
deep into now-
sinking in mellow
and feeling
the soft.
Taking your special-
living your love-
dancing in luscious-
that rushes
from you.
Joy Weare.
25th May, 2008.
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