poem for thursday…

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Sunday Afternoon

We were laying in the warm
green grass of our backyard.
Sort of shaped like a right angle.
My hand holding hers gently
between our shoulders.
Both our elbows crooked and my fingers
brushing her hand, barely.
Her softness I could smell.

“What do you want for dinner?”
She casually asked.

“I’ve never loved you more.”
I quietly whispered
towards her ear.

About Pineapple

He tried to call himself, "Malibu." But, you know the rules - you don't get to pick your own nickname. The word "pineapple" came to mind. Sorta tropical, spikey & rough, sweet on the inside. And so a nickname was born. "Bike mechanic, poet, sage, former collegiate hockey star. Ok, maybe not a star." (This should really be updated. He works for New Belguim now.) "i am full time bicycle mechanic, and all around nice guy. like to ride bikes, but not very far. like poetry, candle-light dinners, and short walks on the beach. i don't like getting hassled, and i don't like capitalization." Fort Collins, Colorado, USA

6 Replies to “poem for thursday…”

  2. Nothing better on a Sunday afternoon, then rolling the sweet green grass, oh, did i misunderstand??
    well that’s ok……………