To sit here once again with you, is like
To be the best of views. Do you remember
What it was like before? When you and I
Went from door to door? Or do you recall
As I do now, how it felt when we first
Reached out as we do now? Your hair
Was curled, as mine was short. I could
Tell you were unfurled as a sails sport.
My head was on fire, you noticed it though.
You cooled my desire, with your looks; oh,
To be there again, that would be so great.
But then again, here we are, the same state.
When I was zookeeper, I drew at ease;
I drew lions, tigers, and bears, so please
Tell me how you caught my sights? Sitting there
Underneath the lights; your voice called out, wow!
Such a refrain I recall; I came over,
To see why you were so appalled. You said,
It's loose, it's free, watch out for me! A Bee!
And then I turned to see what you meant; Ah!
Oh my, a bee?! I took a hit that night;
Though I had a swollen shoulder I was
Alright with you at my side. Your laugh
Filled me like water, softened my pride.
With you there my drawings went to waste.
They were replaced by the smell and taste
Of your presence. I must say how lucky
Was Adam to have painted out the
Animals below, to have named them
As they come and go. As though he painted
Their perfect shape; but then eve appeared,
Without so much warning that Adam was
Caught off guard. Hate was no longer the one
Dominance on earth. Love was here, to say
The least, that was a blessing and a curse.
Mixed Feelings, (C) Luke Bennette
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