SINGING PROSE

Could it be Bonding?
When you are told,
Release all, yet hold.
Don’t take chances,
But be bold.

Rest on my shoulder,
For care and ease.
But keep your head on your,
Shoulders please.

Be your own and
Yet be mine
Rise and shine,
Spread-eagled
....................supine.

That’s how perhaps
We understand.
The meaning of,
Being dear,
My friend.


~Glow Worm~
(16 September 2004)

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