Natural High

lazy Sunday noon
bathe our limbs in the sun
on a checkered picnic rug
our giggles grow into
uncontrollable hysterics

two timid souls
dismantled by
the chemistry of laughter
behind the chuckles
there is throaty longing

the childlike energy
flows between breaths
try to
catch the uncatchable
contain the uncontainable
avoid the inevitable

how often
we let loose
let our guard down
let another please us
in the most
innocent form
of encounter

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊 View all posts by Cassa Bassa