"It's Therapeudic"

I have to wonder
our purpose under
the stars, light beams
the moon & sun
I will always remember these times
the emotions, feelings are lovesome
how it had all begun
back at the plant
her email address, now the hip blue hat

it's her gentle smile, it's all her own
she digs thinking about me from
the room she has in her group home
she has almost everything she needs
the spaces between us, she's anxious
uneasy that her hopes will fade
we may as well, start a parade
with two monkeys & a goose


she digs the way I'm made
poking my belly
thinking about my chest
she's caught my scent
with those keen senses
she's been blessed
hands to touch, hands to hold
may our kisses always tell how we will grow old
together, we have tasted each other

funny jokes about hairy artichokes
pinwheels & ferris wheels
living in seatle, complaining about the rain
living on popcorn, jelly beans & potato peels
barkin' carnies drive me insane
laughing while the milk spills
hair grownin' from the inside, ticklin' the brain
I want to scream, "It's Therapeutic"

George Waldrop- It's Therapeudic by Texhobart on Mixcloud