Damn The Hustle

I can't seem to escape the hustle.
Each moment a jetstream of daily things.
Simply relaxing, requires a Julian Date.
Is this really how existence should be?
I mean think how the children play.
Not a care in the world.
A freedom adults lose or choose to forget. 
Oh to just play.
Regain my puddle-jumping glory. 
I just want to escape the bustle.
Create my own harmony.
Peace.
Joy.
Simple things. 
Bread and water.
The occasional lobster.
Ok, a little wine too. 
One day of hustling what I want. 
Not, what I'm supposed to do.
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Us

Sunlit.
Your smile.
That time in the kitchen.
When the glass broke.
Scared. 
Hurt.
I thought you were.
You smiled.
Laughed embarrassed.
Momentarily tender.
My machismo broken.
But for a moment.
My heart you saw.
My love for you.
Laid bare.
Embraced.
Two hearts forever.
Linked as one.
Nothing as precious.
Special. 
Us.