The Essence Of Who I Am

My childhood home with the backyard swing in the breeze and the sun setting after a warm evening dinner

Outside at night talking to the stars throwing a kiss to the moon rambling about my day

My husband holding me in a hotel bed alone with the white cool sheets and nothing but the warmth of our skin

Listening to a record with the open window and the sun shining on us dancing to the music

Writing in the middle of the night my hand covered in ink eyes swollen and tired but my mind so alive and vigor

M.A.P

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