Yours. Me.

A lasso
To reign in your mind.
Bring it back to the pasture of my thoughts
Chew on my words and taste them
Gulp down my smile like sweet nectar
The sound of the rustle of my skirt
Is the music you can tap dance to
Raise your hand to the sun
The light filtering in is the brightness of my smile
Feel the breeze kiss you like I would

And then write me down like a journal entry.
And circle the date.

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