Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Being us...

and she
panda eyed
and perfectly mine
holds my paws in hers
nuzzles me softly
to start the day anew
candles flicker and
puddles puddle
can't wait for a rainy day
sunny sunday afternoon
splish splash us merrily
oh to be rolling into us
and to never hit the wall
snowballing us
into never coming undone
to come back home to us
cuddled by the space heater
and kissing and hugging and holding
never letting go
for warmth
for peace
for what we know best,
being us.