Saturday Morning
  JERRY BROWNING  

 NAKED DREAMS   

 


 
Saturday Morning

another week’s gone…

how long have we known

each other’s desire?

this tide we call life

steals precious time, but

when i look in your eyes

i don't see a homemaker

taking care of her babies...

i peer inside your soul

 

recognizing the purest 

essence in the world,

a little brat-faced girl

holding a hula-hoop

and an old jump rope

with a broken handle,

tugging on my love...

i want to crush you

with an innocent hug

 

then you transform

into the goddess of lore

and my deepest dreams…

together alone, at last
goosebump-chills charge

the ozone scented room

as we slowly fuse

into one molecule

bound for eternity

              Runnells, Iowa '11


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