a Slow Day

 A Slow Day

A slow Saturday,  with no place we have to be.

That, she said, is good for  male direction.

Said direction was provided by only her eyes

and with a few motions of her fingertips.  

Slow and purposeful was her style

and one that she determined to employ. 

"we have the time,  we will use all of it". 

There was no rushing, no urgency - the 

latter was quickly squashed with but

a shake of her head and a frown.

 

"You share with me, so I can share with

my friends. They will know and see."

Direction. It goes two ways doesn't it?   

You give, you get.