Shaken, Not Stirred (You Remind Me of Tropical Green Drinks) -A Poem

Shaken, not stirred–

at your vibrant expression,

so smooth and shockingly cool.

I am delighted to see you,

refreshed to meet you,

and a little blended

that this meeting will last

(just as long as I am tongue tied, no..)

Just as long as

it was needed to be complete

He is where he is because that’s exactly where he wants to be, whether he’ll admit that or not.

-Earl Nightingale, Strangest Secret