The empty, aching
yearns have returned. I’ve learned. I’m
past treading old paths.
OR
The lonely, aching
Yearnings are returning. I’m/
past treading old paths.
The empty, aching
yearns have returned. I’ve learned. I’m
past treading old paths.
First, read my profile.
(It will take you awhile!)
There, you’ll find everything your profile
says you yearn for
and more.
My legs are unshaven.
For this,
for you,
for us
I’ll make no such fuss.
My invite is simple:
Explore, first, a large herb
garden with me,
and then, if you yet have nerve,
take one by land,
two by sea.
Canoe with me
through unsullied country.
You claim “I like slow dancing together in the kitchen …”.
If true,
then I’ll send you
the link to my poetry blog
posting about slow kitchen sock dancing.
And then maybe
we’ll dance ‘neath a tree
or, for fun,
in a snow-filled canyon.