By deevaa
Date: 16 November 1999

counting my blessings

he makes me laugh.
and he laughs with me.
He talks openly.
and is generous,
and giving,
and he has a job.
He likes the way I move


We are
standing on his deck,
his chest against my back,
his arms wrapped about me
and the sun
is shooting f i r e
from behind
Mana Island
We can hear the waves
crashing against the rocks
and the birds
calling the day to an end
I stand here
counting my blessings...

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