… And Chill

Gotta get my shits and giggles in, yeah?
And on that note,
why don’t we drift on over
to this here cumulus?

What a relief! no longer at the helm,
finally able to fill up
on cocktail hours and languor.
I break off the last piece of anger
still affixed to my shoulders,
ready for a rejuvenating dose of air.

We deserve a shot at free and fair
distraction, don’t we?
A chance to turn the worry out,
to give the brain some wiggle room,
to seal our lips with kisses
while for once our bodies do the talking.

-r. miller

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