Poem: Saturday Morning

Just be.

Just be with me.

Love me like a Saturday morning…

Because what could be more pressing

Than your lips against mine

Hand in hand

Leading me to nothing whatsoever.

Look into my eyes

Like there’s no where else

You’d rather be.

There we can get lost

As the minutes turn to hours

And the sound of our laughter

Drowns out each other’s anxious thoughts.

Because nothing is ever really wrong

When you’re lying next to me

And life isn’t so large

When we celebrate the simple things.

Stay here.

Stay here with me.

Love me like a Saturday morning.

 

a. b. martin

 

 

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