FEED My MIND: Adventure. Learn. Live. Write.
I get it.
I get this grin that won’t quit.
I get this little shrug in my shoulders that says, breathe deeply
and hold it tightly
and smell it in his beard
and rest upon the solid shoulder he offers.
Kiss deeply his mouth
and the palms of his creative
Soak in the fragile fierce beauty of all of the unknown, trust in the fit of his hips and the inexplicable connection.