Every Day

  

Every Day

Every day,

You pull me off the planet,

How did you do that?

I tried to pin it down,

Like a person with a “habit”,

They tell you to “journal it”,

Where do you start when you love someone?

The eyes,

 The Smile,

Cascading hair,

And, pretty soon,

It’s TMI,

(Too much information),

While were are still on the planet,

You could,

Walk me down,

To any beach,

Most are abandoned,

And, most are free,

At some time of day,

You have always loved the grasses,

Wind and water,

And barefooted,

We will walk,

 Hand in hand,

And, as the sun sets,

We would kiss,

As we have,

Since the day we met,

You will,

You still

Pull me off the planet,

Every day!

Peter Lowell Paulson

January 23, 2015