By Nikki Quismondo
On Friday nights the ocean waves
always toast to our friendship
the Nightingales sing while I drive to see you
the energy to bring about our love again
is like a spring-like fantasy that drew the flowers closer
with sweet honeysuckle fragrances
we laughed because the bubbles covered your kitchen floor
and my feet were wet and soaked in them
you said our Friday nights were like those silly sitcoms
full of surprises and tipsy feelings
full of music, movies, light releases of happiness,
Friday nights are the best nights of the week.
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