fish blood in me
I love good wine,
when the weather is really fine,
the sea,
maybe ‘cos I got fish blood in me,
the beauty that exists in the wild untouched land,
the way a palmist can tell your life story just from the lines on your hand,
the rebels who fight for peace,
and for the wrongfully imprisoned to be released,
people who live their lives in a just way,
those happy just to wake up every day,
the Buddhists who constantly pray on their knees,
kids and adults alike who always say please,
artists who can fill me with such emotion,
distributing in my heart and mind so much commotion,
the nurses and doctors who look after the ill,
the plants that grow on an inner-city flat-block window sill,
my girlfriends smile,
her phone number that every day I dial,
the conservationists looking after the natural world,
the way the seawater makes my hair curled,
humans who put happiness before monetary success,
my lady when she begins to undress,
honest strangers who just want to laugh,
a relaxing lavender scented steaming hot bath,
the musical sound of my favourite language, Italian,
the majestic aura emanating from a pedigree stallion,
cats and dogs,
rats and frogs,
all the amazing colourful fish,
those who try to fulfil another’s wish,
those who care,
those who dare.
I love all these things, its as simple as that,
and to be content I need just the love of good people and the kinship of a cat.
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