and your brown eyes
moon lit skies
under the covers
contented sighs
and just when the sun
comes
satisfied hums
and we took it all the way
the length of another day
far into the night
i could hear you say
with delight
it was never too much
fingertip touch
and then some
such and such
we made the bed
got up got fed
went ahead
and made the scenes
don't know what it means
don't know what it means
blue jeans
and your brown eyes
moon lit skies
under the covers
contented sighs
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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