True Friends

The door is closed
My head is bowed
The rain it pours
Polkadot yard

I sit on the step
Look at the stream
Takes my pack
Takes my energy

Turn my head
Light in the window
Face at the door
Too quick to respond

Shaking head
Shrugging shoulders
Pick up my collar
Chill in the air

Sun goes down
Aching back
Still sitting
Waiting it out

Hear the door
Smiling face
Arms around
True friends always make up at bedtime

©2004 Hey Hey

Hmmm....I don't know if there is sexuality implied in this poem or not...I'm a little slow...But that's what I picked up on. Maybe I'm just perverted. Nicely done.

Actually, mum was calling. Or so I thought!?!

Whoa! Okay, my mind was in the wrong place! Backing away from that one. Wooo. Sorry, sugar high. Heh heh.