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what does this mean to me?
nothing actually.
we don’t know each other
yet.
but if we did, what
would
we
do to celebrate?
would I cook for you or
you
for me?
would we dine out?
perhaps a quaint inn
up the coast?
perhaps nothing.
maybe you will go to the desert
alone to pass
the time
quietly.
i am good with that.
a book
a bottle
a painting
a caress
whatever you want.
but i don’t know you
so i can’t give it.
but i would.
i’d stoke the fire
cook your favorite meal
play your favorite album
on your favorite
record player.
i’d do the dishes
wash your car
walk the dog
unplug the phone
drive without speaking.
you’d have a massage
by my own strong hands
a poem, a song
a blanket or
fresh air.
this i would do
if i knew you.
i would make you laugh
too.
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Oh that is lovely.
🙂
I think you do know this person… too much passion for an ideal…. who do you think about when you write? Maybe you should send one on… take a chance, live on the edge… drink the first cup, by the fire
Sigh.