Everything leads to Sunday morning.
Until Sunday morning,
there is no tomorrow.

On Saturday night,
there is a long walk in hands together…
hands hidden from lonely jealous on lookers.
You can’t get to love
without giving love
and that take special skills
and care.

There is a recipe for Saturday night
that is as secret
as good potato salad.
Mama won’t tell you how,
she just eludes
to a perfect batch
with practice.

So you practice Saturday night
until Sunday morning
comes.

Saturday night may last forever
but when Sunday morning comes
that’s love.


From my book, "Hot Sauce & Honey"



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