With That Moon Language
Everyone you see, you say to them,
Of course you do not do this out loud,
Someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this,
This great pull in us
Why not become the one
Who lives with a full moon in each eye
That is always saying,
With that sweet moon
What every other eye in this world
is dying to
I came home to several random acts of affection. There was a beautiful card from Luther and Adena offering up love and support for our loss, there was a beautiful little message in a box from Julisa out in Oregon, and a text from Brianna -- a candid photo of my Mom and I dancing, with the message "I miss your butt!!!!!!! Woman you have one sexy motherfucking ass. Hahaha. No joke, I miss you girl. Come back. Love you."
|Big booty shaking with my Mom in Lizs living room.|
|A beautifully painted, hollow egg....|
|...containing a beautiful message, from my darling Julisa.|