Sooo…usually on Monday – sometimes Friday…or another day – we sit on the balcony late afternoon. We drink champagne and read to one another from the diaries and works of Anaïs Nin. This afternoon….this came to me…
Sale on White Laced Handkerchiefs
I want to say some
before they may no longer matter.
my better half and
my better half
So…I shall surely pay
at least a dime
for each of your kisses.
Bring on the white laced handkerchiefs.
There we go again.
please don’t stop.