You Stir My Soul
You stir my soul.
The straw in my drink.
Clock wise.
-counter clock wise-
From side
To side.
Making me think.
As I stare beyond the glass
And run my fingertips through
Some unruly chlorine curls.
(Love makes your hair
grow).
Sun kissed lips recall being
Under blue skies and in a
gentle
Wind among trees and flowers
& houses and parked cars &
barking dogs in fenced in
yards.
You stir my soul.
Like a straw in my drink
As I think of you
While the wind stirs our
spirits
And bring our vibes closer
together
Like a sealed letter delivered
by the U.S. Mail.
And under the sun my feet
touch the ground
While my head spins round when
I think of you
And how I’m stirred like a
drink in your hand.
Oh, how I love to live –
everyday – everyday –
Like a sealed letter delivered
by the U.S. Mail.
And under the sun my feet touch the ground
While my head spins round when
I think of you
And how I’m stirred like a
drink in your hand.
Best of the Roses,
John mystrawhat.com
July 8, 2006
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