MY LIFE AS ART | BY PETER SOLIS NERY

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BY PETER SOLIS NERY
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Wednesday, March 29, 2017
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Saturday mornings —

Out of bed, when

We decide. (#465)

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Saturday mornings —

Coffee together; that’s how

We do love. (#466)

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Monday mornings —

Coffee tastes differently

Without you. (#467)

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Sunday nights —

We go to bed early;

Oh, we go to bed! (#468)

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Sunday afternoons —

Newspapers, and late lunch

Like breakfast. (#469)

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Sunday newspapers —

You hide your face from me;

So I read, too. (#470)

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Sunday brunch —

Without footsies,

Food is so serious. (#471)

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Off-work Saturdays —

I like how busy we are

With each other. (#472)

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Off-work Saturdays —

Lazy in bed in mornings,

Busy in bed at night. (#473)

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Sunday brunch —

Look, who’s hungry

From last night. (#474)

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Sunday nights —

I hate it when you rush;

But I understand. (#475)

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Monday mornings —

Not even there yet, but already

Ruining our Sunday love. (#476)

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Saturday afternoons —

We walk, and talk

Holding hands. (#477)

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Saturday evenings —

Sometimes, we wait for

Sunset, and kiss again. (#478)

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Saturday cannibals —

Dinner and movies; and then,

We eat each other. (#479)

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Weekend lovers —

We take what we can take;

 

And always eat hungry. (#480) (500tinaga@gmail.com/PN)

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