There you are
Just when I need you
Happy to hear your voice,
I s m i l e
Accepting always
My chameleon-like moods
Necessary to my world
You and your style.
Kindred spirits
Dodging potholes
Down the avenue
Hand in hand
Our senses inflated
To a natural high
Verbalizing energies
We share
Feeling immune
To inane beliefs
That others let slip by
Nurturing a kinship
That sustains and will
Never, ever die.
1968
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