Here's wishing you a love-filled weekend. Enjoy this poem from one of my pen pals.
Fit by Colin Fanning
The simplest yearning:
to press my hand
into the hollow of your chest
where, I imagine, it will fit
against your sternum
with a just-so feeling, like
a freshly-laundered sheet
wrapping its mattress warm
and snug, like
that rare parallel parking job
where the car slides into its spot
with a single silvery movement, like
the small, tidy snap
when a tomato is plucked, ripe,
from the vine--
the sudden weight
in the palm, the shape
just right.
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