Communing with nature
… on the porch swing,
… coffee in hand,
… peace in my heart,
I am joined by my beau,
… small, green,
… with little suction cup toes,
He clings to my leg
… and we swing,
… gently swing.
He worships me with his eyes,
… watches my lips sip coffee,
… and yearns for a kiss.

written for Nea of The Southern View