he thinks I’m groovy
wants to paint me
with pretty colors,
weave wisteria through
my hair,
draw my laughter
with a feather
in the air,
tie my laces
with love-knots
and pinkie swear
our secrets
with a smile and a kiss -
I think this
might be
my cotton candy time,
picnic basket
Sundays,
slow dancing Mondays
my days of
carousels and rhyme.




















)...this was insightful, beautiful (oh god, you made me say 'beautiful'--NOOOO!

















Hilly xxx

meg













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