Monday, March 10, 2014

Quick Little Ditty

This came to me today, based on something that my sweetie said to me in a text this morning.


When sticky doesn't mean
Goopy
Messy
Or childlike.
No matter what,
When my soul is soaring,
Or mired in the troubles of the day,
My mind
Pivots,
Inevitably,
Towards light and gentleness.
You hold the hand of my heart,
And I yours.
Stuck on you, baby,
I am.

Love, holding hands

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