I can just see the buds turning the tree a slight green that goes on and off in my sight, old man eyes. I sit in the hot tub as two eagles flirt around in front of me, trying to lock in love. I can only imagine if they nest on our loaned mountain. I sit still, my lover sits across from me, and I can feel her warmth through the water. We are old dogs, been around the star a few times together,...she is singing, “Thank you, oh my Father for giving us your son…” And the years fade till she is transformed into a new angel, which she makes me always believe. The angel of my only. Only is such a gift He gave me, my only, one and only, and only one. We fade into one.
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| Our hot dates are coffee and fudge by a stream, we know as our own, deep in Appalachia. |
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