The promise of you, of not knowing, experiencing YET, THAT promise it’s dabbled, like mistleTOE(s), oooohhhhh soooo OVER your head,myour heads, head-to-head! Such ambrosia, eLICKShers of love of being soooo loved!

 That was dangled just now for me, at 70 thinking I am always 

iN ALL WAYS a child of Nature, of this fertile fecund earth

Soil toil roil feel royal when poor of money YET rich of life

That feeling of belonging to something worth being belonged

By a greater good, a greaterness that is so grand it is a light

A force to melt our hearts to one, ONE glorious big heart!

I will alway acquiescence to that, be by that sooo embraced

Graced traced spaced laced by KNOWing home happy PLAY

Lace and place , plates and glasses, fingers to eat from ONE

Glorious communal bowl like they do in countries far away!

Smiles to pass all around, wines to be poured directly into

Open mouths, fingers to be dipped, from other lips licked!