Passion

they are my hands clasping
so do not fret
	not now
look and see my head is missing
so calm your thoughts and let me clasp 
ever warmly unto you
my friend
you find yourself standing in an isle in a store
	-the juice section
choices choices
like the choices of your life
it is a poor state of mind to
find yourself in
so much consideration bar none
but you forgot the way
your dog's fur coat
wisps like a fast velvet cloud
as he sniffs the grass in
as you stood there and washed in the wind with him
when you forgot that you were there