Mona Mona Mona

I have survived long enough
To know what rocking really means
And I don’t mean a chair
On the front porch
Not yet anyway
It’s about the quality of love
An art and refinement itself
A satisfaction in knowing
You can prop your feet up
In the picture frame
And smile
At how funny love really is
And how long you can keep
Writing and saying the words
While people gawk
At your eyes and mouth
Without pointing back at them
And seriously laughing out loud
 
©bk

October 26, 2012