my lies and my wishes,
sunshine beating down,
dreaming of your kisses;
the woodpecker works his way
right to the heart of things,
while I try to catch my breath,
watching his steady rhythm;
your smile and your laughter,
oh, you know, don't you,
only a couple of the things
that I am after;
I'm such an open book,
sometimes you call me on it,
although I'm too shallow to notice,
often surprised that you
gave me a second look;
still, through it all,
dreaming of your kisses.
May 27, 2009.
Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.
5/29/09
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