A peel like yours leaves nothing to the imagination. It reveals your soul-shape, what you wear under your game face on market day. My heart sees underneath, to the freshly squeezed fruit, the way you drip with flavour and leach nutrition and satisfy my thirst for transparency.
A peel like yours
leaves nothing to the
imagination. It reveals
your soul-shape,
what you wear
under your game face
on market day. My
heart sees underneath,
to the freshly squeezed
fruit, the way you
drip with flavour
and leach nutrition
and satisfy my
thirst for
transparency.
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“Thirst for transparency”–interesting.
It’s quite the journey, from hiding to hope. I wonder how many of us long for real?
Well, speaking for moi, alone–I’m a bit greedy: I want “real”, but I want it to be a “rosy real”, and without thorns. Guess this is sounding like Heaven, eh? Yeah, that’s what I want!!!
Me too. Waiting is the hard part. Gardening helps to pass the time! 🙂
I can see where that would really work, Mel–since I’m not a gardener, I guess I’ll just have to keep writing poems or somethin’, eh? Love to you today–are you celebrating Father’s Day up north?
Yep – on a cold and rainy definitely un-fishing trip sort of way. 🙂
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
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