Hit puree and watch the blender devour
Volumes of thoughts and emotion
Condensed and abridged into a paper back novel
Meanwhile you slowly shed your winter clothes
Baring the bruises and scars
A million words expressed with a passing glance
Skin lays bare, begging to be caressed, to be cared for
Hints, allegations, things left unsaid
Ghosts of time gone past run through our heads
Life goes on, time passes
Where do we go from here?
Don't mind me. Free-form rambling is my artform of choice today.