A daily poem #214 – June 16, 2010

A poem
by Chris Hibbard
for an angel far away, who has nice straight hair today

All The Things We Could Do

All The Things We Could Do

How I wish she was here.
She could sit on my knee.
We could walk through the park.
We could look at the trees.
We could dance under moonlight.
We could park under stars.

If we drank too much coffee,
we could stay up till 4:30.
If we drank too much wine,
we could go to bed early.

We could wrestle and kiss
and snuggle for hours
and when we got out of bed
we could continue in showers.

We could march through the streets
singing songs, holding hands
telling each other stories
about faraway lands.

We could go shopping for groceries
and bump hips in the aisles.
We could jump in the car
and go driving for miles.

We could soar through the mountains
and swim in the lakes
We could roar through the wilderness
and dine on cupcakes

We could wiggle and wander
and make each other laugh.
If we ended up dirty
we’d end up in the bath.

I could smell your sweet perfume
and you could wink at my grin
You could wrap arms around me,
could be pulling me in

And when the day’s passing
and the darkness grows deep
we could get tight under covers
and I could sing you to sleep.

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~ by Chris Hibbard on June 16, 2010.

One Response to “A daily poem #214 – June 16, 2010”

  1. all the things we could do, but we just…

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