two seats at a baseball game
a crowd screaming at a hit
you and i, eyes meet under the
lingering of a kiss
your hand finds mine
and i lean in again.
we sit people watching, or so i
thought you were too, but, i
feel your gaze and turn to
you, your eyes glazed with the
drunkenness of love
and a silly little grin.
i wonder what you are thinking of?
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Vulnerable
PoesíaBe careful to whom you give your heart; they don't have to be perfect, but they need to be consistent in how they apply themselves through the right efforts. I, of mind, body, and spirit am vulnerable. Once a woman who thought that happiness was bro...
