Fortunate to be porching it (I’m not use to being equals)

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2013

 

If I fell in-love with you it would be dangerous

The kind that flips like coins in a wishing well

Two sided

Moments of deep connection

Falling face forward into mornings of puppy dog eyes

But when you get like this

So alive

Three beers and a guitar on your porch surrounded by friends you trust

Comfortable in your skin…

I could cry in my desire for you

Until I remember how the sun always rises

Tails to the wind in your eyes

Dangerous as coins flipped into a wishing well

Holding hopes

Wealth spent letting go

 

Two sided

 

 

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