Title: Home Run
by Craig from Cornwall | in writing, poetry, love
All this sitting on the fence
has put splinters in my ass
but my dialogue won’t change from
I don’t know or Maybe.
If only I could find a selection of catch phrases to move you
as much as you warm the cockles of my heart
with your poetic verses of Keats
your passionate love of sports and the arts,
we could discuss baseball franchises
and the effect that the internet has had on the latest breed of painters
the way leaves act like a warm cover to a branch
and how you can craft a picture with a paragraph of well thought out words.
We could take a vacation from first base
falling to sleep on the northern lights of fourth;
Home run.
You fascinate me.
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