Just give me a simple life

Does anyone truly live a simple life?

Forsake artificial people and artificial food?

Abused by commercials

And what it all costs

Love,

m.

Cinnamon

Our love is ours

I can look at you all day

With your pot belly made for pot pies

And smile of pure cinnamon

My body quivers in silent poetry 

in naked presence 

When will you stay

If you have your peace, why do you steal mine