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