The birds started
singing at ten to four
this morning;
coaxing the dawn on
with their song.
The sex would be
great on the clouds
that I saw yesterday.
They looked like
rows of fresh
cauliflower.
Every position would be
a little miracle;
perfect depth and
perception.
The sweat stung
my eyes as I
smoked in the
sweltering July
sun.
I wish I could
live in the clouds...
No job
No taxes or tired back.
Just relaxing in
that puffy white
perfection.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
Perhaps we can be beamed up like Scotty into our iCloud account…. But that’s just another pipe dream.
Lol. Thank you.
You’re welcome TWC 👍🏻 Happy New Year 🥳
It would be nice to live in the clouds, i think some politicians already do, enjoyed the read
Yes. Thank you.
You are very welcome
Good write T.
Thanks.
Relaxation is the way to go Thomas.
Andy
Yes, it is. Thank you.
Wonderful images painted in this poem that give it that surreal feel Very nice Thomas
Thanks.
If only life was always so good. 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
This, my friend, is a lovely expression of "if only....". I l also love how you juxtapose the lofty, free floating clouds with life down here on the ground! Well done, Thomas! 🌹👏
Thank you.
What is it about cloud nine exactly that puts many of the others to shame eh .. very nice tho and I know .. a gentleman never tells 😎👍
Thanks, my friend.
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