coffee and christina
I love those moments,
they seem to jump into me
from somewhere new.
Where the music is right,
my soul is ready,
the house is clean,
the washing is on,
the cats are back to lazy.
and all these atoms exist as an extension of me.
I check my friends list, see what the fuck my crazy, brilliant peeps are doing,
a video is posted, cheesy, but hmm. maybe 🙂
I feel it in my knee’s first,
the urge, the smile, I know the words.
the feet start to move, the hips start to sway,
and a rainy, cloudy, windy but warm , last day of summer, sunday morning
exists as it should