In the photograph, you are on a swing in city park,
the yellow paint on the support bar is worn and flaking,
you grip the chain, suspended on the tiny rubber seat
your tall man body mashed.
You’re smirking so wide your dimple dances with the light in your eyes
Our first French kiss lingered in the air,
as our future flashed fireworks over your head.
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This photo sits on my desk, and makes me smile every day.
Shawn L. Bird 
Opening your heart to accept someone in can be fearful. Great description….
and exciting!
I hope you had a great time….
30 years and counting…
That’s special, congratulations. 30 years in a marriage, is a miracle these days. Now, you are truly my inspiration.
lol
My fascination with females began long before I ever sat on a swing, but it was there that the marvel, the beauty, entered my full awareness, as I reached great heights in their company.
lol
Right, that’s the swing done and dusted. Now, the roundabout? 🙂
—vomit—