Poetry Tuesday: shoots & ladder

Posted on | January 29, 2013 | No Comments

This isn't so much a poem as just an excerpt from an old notebook full of poetry & thoughts.  This is when I met my lovely B.  

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We walk in. You reassure me the work you can do - the walls, carpet, and life you can change. I need no pledge, no declaration of any kind. I can see you & me so clearly. Countertops made only for the pleasure of our late nights lounges. A porch where we can lay like children astounded by the lights & colors our lonely sky creates. A floor for scrabble, coffee, and our flawless Oreos. I want to make love behind a curtain and live in your eyes all the while.

We will dance in the living room. James Taylor will inundate the room & the dog will find ways to trip me and smile the beautiful way only a canine can. She will think we were playing a game & I will simply laugh. I laugh knowing she is right; we’re this game of phenomenal outcome. We’re shoots and ladders with no shoots. We’re Monopoly and Life with infinite spins and shakes and a vast board to play on. We have no limit.

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