Parallel Love
Lovingly
the wind touches your skin.
It plays in the softness of your beard.
Each new sun
will bring the day’s goodness.
In your eyes is a child’s innocence.
A source of
energy is exchanged.
You are an electrician by trade.
With effort
we till the field of love.
It will yield a harvest of passion.
3/3/2021
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2021
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