tonight

Poetic lady
tonight I feel the rhythm
and think you know this dance,
our pulse and everything else.

You make it easy and not
to be a poet and simply
because you’re.

I wake up
dreaming of scooping out
a fresh ice cream cone with you,
I’ve lived there so long, dreaming
that never believed when you said,
would love if you come to visit!
cute dreamer.

Fidel Guerra, Oregon, March 14, 2021.​

 

oh yeah!

You got anymore?

dirty dishes... jeje

 

Gus,
I got them all clean, but now I got to do some cooking to fill the sink again
in order to get these images out of my head. Kind of the same image but much more sparkling, you know, with the tongue and her hands making some rebellious moves with the cone..as if....oh man, I left something in the stove.

thanks for the steamy pic.

Fidel.

 

I think you miss a spot ... do them over.
you horny toad... cute toad

 

I was a dishwasher for a long time...I don't miss shit, but to make sure, I'll check, nobody is perfect.

Fidel.

 

I really for real enjoy your poem, and i'm agree with Gustavo Did you miss any spot? jijijiji. you both are great my friends like brothers. I love both of you two.

So, back the poem, I can feel the rhythm too in every verse in very word in your poem, nice... but I got confuse about the dishes YES I was... everything was so perfect and then you make this scene. Anyway I liked your poem my friend. bear hugs and ice cream kisses.

 

instead of chocking the chicken...

Iscream too if she ... never mind

no dirty dishes for me.

 

Mary,
I know I felt the same thing about the rhythm and words pero cuando llegue a la parte de los dishes era como encender " el sprinkler" porque el pensar was getting warmer, spicy. so, I hope this settles you inquiry but as I stated before I do not miss any spots because I am a trained professional when It comes to dishes. I will try to fix it.

Kisses on the hill, they are cooler.

Fidel Guerra.