Monday, August 6, 2012

Vanilla Pudding















Nowhere is it louder
Than in my own heart
The singing of the birds
Or the dancing of words
To the rhythm
Of your heart beat
As we two step
Cheek to cheek
Holding my happiness
In your tiny hands
And your touch
Turning a grown man's
Tough appearance
Into Vanilla pudding

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