Spending our cash on cinnamon candy
piddled away on potions and notions
not always being who you can BE *
A fish without an ocean ~
My guitar player
My soothsayer
Twiddling and fiddling all day
Playing my life on your guitar strings
There’s more to it
Than bent strings and things
Wedding rings?
Babies maybe?
A House of our own?
Being alone!
You get in my hair!
But I love you anyway
So do it ~
brush it softly shoulder down
Slip off my flannel gown
Strip my soul bare in the morning light
I know you care…
sipping my coffee to make sure it’s right
before you give it to me
Give it to me!
Now pick up your trash
for once in your life!
Your wife,
LDN
*Baha'i Era
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