All she wanted to do is write,
and love, but life
takes-hold-takes-form
something to do while she waits
the motions become her
she scripts her needs
fashioned and formed from thought
will-do-should-do paradigms of
the best laid plan…
Then he walks in
with a swagger and a kiss and
and converses her with an
in-your-face of tugs and pulls
and lengths and widths
and suddenly in the fall,
all she wants to do is write
and love.
