<'))){ Hot Christmas and Kookaburras
The finest things
of all unreservedly.
I (can) hold in my palm.
My thoughts of you
are ever expansive.
But I can compress
all them into my
closing fist.
Which I (can) press
against my chest.
My heart beats quick &
lilting: Moqueca de amor.
(then) I open
closed hand and, Ha!
L’amour a des ailes
(but, assuredly)
Smack into your
(oh-so) kissable
..lips, sweet thing.
Olive you
for loquacious
))){

