and listen to the wisdom
of her running
who walks beside me quietly, opening doors and holding their weight for me to walk through this guy wakes up next to me every morning, massages my dreams. Building green houses for our futures to grow. This guy, despite my past despite my zig-zag maps despite me, believes I'm worthy enough to protect, honor, cherish and so I walk, quietly next to this guy humbly. Free © 2016 Sarasota Green
I'm so naïve. There's no privacy anymore. Even if I wanted to apologize try to explain listen to you sing. I have to do it in person and let you watch me burn into the grown into the ground in front of all of our old friends. Our new ones. I still don't handle my mind and body in the burning, very well as much as I want to just hear you sing. © 2016 Sarasota Green
This love walk is a puzzle. There is always one piece too colorful, too jagged, the one you know is too distorted to fit. Be patient, my friend. Breathe. Listen to the waves crash, the melodies. There will be a place for it maybe not tomorrow maybe not next week but in time, as you put the rest of the pieces together you will find its harmony. © 2016 Sarasota Green
That thing that you felt was your heart © 2016 Sarasota Green
I wonder how many lifetimes you live in one night © 2016 Sarasota Green
The things I cannot write have everything to do with eights and sixes. © 2016 Sarasota Green
The dogs barked in the bar but I didn't even hear them under the mystic of your guitar I'm not afraid of dogs anymore, anyway. © 2016 Sarasota Green
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AuthorSarasota Green is a writer, poet, and traveler. She grew up fascinated by the way the ocean touches the sky and the sand. She currently travels around the Americas studying the way humans love. Archives
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