The drink and the run

Oddly enough or in all of its extreme subtleness

A week was such a long yet short a period

From having a glass of beer to the endless walk and run

giggling as teens who got to spy on a funny neighbor

And I feel a surge of empowerment that you are around me

the chubby fluffiness of a gentler kind

like a song that gives comfort

in the smog of illusionary clutter

As the midweek evening bursts open

and the rhetoric of a beautiful weekend surfaces

in the brain’s space that is always hopeful

I remember one week of togetherness

and extrapolate with the years in my life

in the wilderness of the thought

the drink is insignificant and so is the run

what matters greatly is

the spiritual consonance

the unity of minds

and your lovely perceptions and

the giving heart

these surpassing of emotions

make me feel this and much more

The space to write is there for me

and I can write as much as I can possibly think

One thing is clear as the blue skies

Any reason that takes my heart to you

is a reason good enough to justify

a reason good enough to imbibe, cherish and to live for

the week was great

and I have a hidden greed

for more blue skies and more sugary tea cups

beers, runs and run-ins (the pleasant ones)

Love is slightly overrated here