The ocean.
At sunset.
In the summer.
New York.
Any day.
Or night.
Of the week.
The movies.
Trevi Fountain.
Rome.
In the afternoon.
My backyard … with the wind gently rustling through the grass.
A park.
Watching children at play.
At night.
Alone.
Surrounded by peace and quiet.
Daytime.
At work.
Surrounded by friends.
With relatives.
Who care.
And know the difference.
Notre Dame Cathedral.
The Vatican.
St. Peter’s Basilica.
St. James.
Episcopal Church.
Doraville, GA.
At the altar.
Alone in prayer.
In his arms.
Held not tight.
Safe. Secure. Loved.
Frozen yogurt.
Mac cheese.
Coca cola, with ice, and diet 7-Up.
Mama’s cooking.
Aunt Lucy’s potato rolls.
My sister’s potato salad.
Long licks.
Cool lips.
Tickles down my throat.
Erin, Jordan, Taja, and Dante.
Reysen, Dylan, Sarah.
Cameron, Nicholas, Bianca Bay, and Sarah.
Stacy, Jasmine, Tiffany and Lawrence.
Sophie.
A good book.
Broadway play.
Concerts in the park and hall.
Impressionist Art.
Jacob Lawrence.
James Bladwin.
Sho nuff Ms. Maya.
A nap.
Rainy day.
Fresh sheets.
Jazz.
Football.
Basketball.
Baseball.
As long as my team wins.
A smile.
A hug.
A wisp of a kiss.
You helped.
Without being asked.
Just because … just because.
Our elderly.
Our children.
Our relatives.
Our friends.
Love.
Despair.
Always care.
Laughing.
Chuckling.
Screaming … with cheer.
It’s funny.
I feel it.
In every hair.
That look.
Across a room.
Between us.
In secret.
Everybody knows.
We don’t care.
Sex.
Kissing.
Cuddling.
Intimacy.
Two times.
Three times.
No need to count.
Stand up.
Unafraid.
Fear in check.
I speak.
It’s okay.
I’m okay.
I’m okay.
Driving.
Convertible.
Fast. By myself.
Music cranked.
Singing loud.
Not caring off-key.
Bubble baths.
A spa.
Making dreams come true.
Opening doors.
Sharing truths.
Writing.
Discarding.
Opening all wounds.
Handling.
Feeling.
Sleeping til noon.
Waking up.
Going down.
Always with one thought.
Thank you Lord.
Thank you Lord.
It’s all right.
