For every flip there’s a side.
Land on your feet and save your hide.
Land on your ass and you may get a pass.
But land on your head, you’re probably dead.



A goodnight text every night,

but for when you’re near.

A morning poem at first light,

to let you know I care.


Time between visions’ seen,

of when we did last meet.

When we greet the feeling’s serene,

and my day’s all the more sweet.


And time’s now soon,

to enjoy the days delight.

Till we kiss beneath the moon,

followed by a text goodnight.