Adjusting to life's changes with hope… through poetry, haiku, and commentary

Just a Movie and You

The thoughts and feelings
didn’t leave me the rest of
the day.

Every word dripped on my
being, soaked my soul,
and stole my breath away.

Smokey, steamy, sweet,
sensual didn’t stop. Oh,
and when Joi combined

herself with the blonde to
double-team him, as it
were, it put me over the

top. I couldn’t breathe
again! Did our phone call
become the movie? Or did

the movie become our
phone call? So unexpected.
The movie became…


Like the phone call already
was, is, and will be. Like
you… like you dear one.



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