Joy

Joy

That morning cheek to belly press

The coffee smile tossed gently over

The top of your reading glasses

I’ll tell you joy

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Joy

When the chocolate covering

On that ice cream bar fractures

For the teeth just right

I’ll tell you joy

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Joy

That walking through the door

Moment and your face is there

Pulling me warm home

I’ll tell you joy

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Joy

Making the words carve

Me a new world on the soft

Side of a hill somewhere

I’ll tell you joy

             Just told you mine

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