Half Eaten Without A Thing To Do Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Theres no better place I'd rather be than here, now
I know at times I'm hard to read and can come off nonchalant.
At times like this I'd lay my head on your shoulder and drift off
into the topic of any and everything.
Acknowledging the hello that leads to perhaps my favorite getaway.
The acquaintance of head to shoulder.
A declaration of perfect vacation.
A daiquiri of various flavor, nothing hidden from view.
Close but far away from distraction.
The embrace, resonating in the shutter of your voice.
A silver spoon to a bowl of thought.
A reflection mirrored in an half eaten spoon of sherbet.
Holding spoonfuls of you in my eyes.
Wondering about in each layered flavor, no longer restricted. rippling in wave after wave of melting mountain.
Orange and green.
Belonging to one another in a way never thought possible.
Unfolding deep in a valley found between ears
You and I, becoming like clouds in the horizon.
You and I
Laid on a silver spoon
Dipped in a bowl of thought.
Half eaten
Side by side without a single thing to do