Weekend

Climb the heights

Plumb the depths

A stitch in time

Warp and weft

Looms, wombs, women, men

Mai Tai, high fi, Buddhist Zen

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Jump from a plane

Relax on the couch

Eat salad for dinner

To avoid a pouch

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You do you while I do her

Call me a dog…, perhaps a cur

Just pet me nicely

Across the fur;

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Later we’ll catch a show then maybe a fight

Dance together under strobing light

Sway back and forth neath neon glow

Hold me close when we go slow

Then perhaps a walk on the beach

A short swim to an island just in reach

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I’ve got a tent all set up

Over a campfire coffee we’ll sup

Toast up some s’mores and cook up a steak

Drink some wine or have a whiskey bake

Beef, bread, chocolate, graham, marshmellow

Relax together or at moon we can bellow

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Sleep in a bag, or under the stars

Far from the highways noisome cars

We can cuddle for warmth, contact, empathy

Just, come morn, show me sympathy

My head may hurt, but job still beckons

Bills still to pay, thus I reckon

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Weekends are there to play and sing

Just please quiet down ….

My head is pounding

My ears they do ring

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