Challenge
Challenge of the Week LXXVI
Imagine a world, or region, without a single military. What is this world like? Is it a peaceful Utopian picture, or a lawless hellscape? Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or prose.
Poem for Him.
I sit
Shyly
Next to you
I don’t speak
Quiet
Just music
You touch
My hand
Gently
You place
My fingers
On the strings
Warmth
Flows through
My body
As I play
Music
You taught me
I wonder
Can he teach
Love
But I know
You focus only
On the song