A booming kettle drum.
And here you are.
As if your face wasn’t enough
To mark you as the one.
Tell me more
Because the syllables
Are so sweet.
I can’t keep up with the score.
I am enraptured, as everyone can see.
How do I free myself
If I even wanted to?
There is no place I’d rather be.

© 2023 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

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