Speak to me latter, and let me read it now, any-how. Speak to me, and maybe be my own best-seller unto myself to cuddle with for a time. Speak to change me, that I may change another, beyond 8 to12hrs. sleep. Let my words be willing to be mixed with theirs, even when our bodies can’t seem to get along. Let the song be sang, from the double-hearted sides of each. Let the yes you can, and no you can’t, be-come as one. Put the half apple to cuddle close against the kiss of the lemon’s best of taste. To get along some-how of some-way, in at least parts with grace that follows from both sides of the song. To say, “We’ve sang all that can be sung, and then exclude this protruding love, is more than foolishness of talent, to say the least”. (Read the full post about ‘Blend With Love, Over And Over Again !’…)